If I Fits, I Sits (A Halloween game)

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Can you find your perfect fit?

How to play:
You are a cat, or something that might pass for a cat to anyone who isn't looking too closely. And you're in search of the perfect napping spot. Sign up by introducing your character. I'll roll a d6 to see if you fits (5 or 6), if you kind of fits (3 or 4), or if you don't fits at all (1 or 2). You'll get a prompt and zero, one, or two points depending on how well the dice has determined you fits. First one to...ten? twelve maybe? I don't really know how the points will go...will win!

Updates every 2-3 days or so, please post at least a couple lines of text per prompt. You don't have to be a cat, but you should be something that will sits, if it fits of course.

May the most fitting cat win! (and thank you @Lailsheenbo for suggesting this!)

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Queen Guinevere, master of her domain, slayer of the elusive Red Dot, disemboweler of the knitted catnip mice, surveyed all before her. The house was quiet. There were many places one might nap, some more napworthy, some less napworthy. She yawned, stretching, her claws extended as she arched her back. Let the contenders come. Let the contenders nap.

She yawned. Overseeing things was hard work. She might need a nap.
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The Three Brothers

The masked bandit brothers were back in the Shire, bellies full after raiding several hobbit farms and gardens for produce, and that one rather lovely chicken coop that had eggs in it. and now... Now it was time for a nap. In a nice window box on a hobbit windowsill. Nice flowers scenting the air to sleep to, yes. Hob, Bob, and Reginald the Third decided that a window box was the best place for the three of them to go have a nap.

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After spending the day chasing that new toy his owners got for him that kept getting away, Floyd, an adorable tuxedo cat, was on the lookout for the perfect napping spot. He mostly liked to sleep in spots that were last occupied by his human "servants" but any soft spot would do.

At first Floyd thought that he might have gotten himself lost, since he didn't recognize the place he now found himself in (though every time that had happened to him in the past, he always managed to get himself home, sometimes with the help of his owners shaking the box of his favorite cat treat), but he managed to spot just the right place where he could lay down his small, furry body in, that is, if no other feline claimed the spot first, since Floyd noticed a few other felines prowling around the area, as if they were about to pounce on an unsuspecting prey...
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The Cat from Ulthar was very lost. It had crossed the River Skai and found itself in a world that was strange and unwelcoming. In Ulthar, it was a law that no man may kill a cat. That law did not seem to apply within this new realm. That was very disappointing. The cat had only just found this out when it attacked and ate a nasty old crofter and his wife for daring to look at them in a fashion they deemed unacceptable. When a hunt was taken up to find them and bring them to justice, the Cat from Ulthar realized it was in trouble. Whatever place this was, it was not the Dreamlands. It was going to take some time to get back there. In the meantime, the Cate from Ulthar needed a place to sits and fits.
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Skúlla and Kharubdis

The two-headed cat-beast, aptly named Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις (or Scylla and Charybdis if you prefer your English to your Ancient Greek) occupied a significant space in the myths and legends about the Strait between the Inner and East Sea. The sailors and scholars spoke such phrases as "evitata Charybdi in Scyllam incidi" (having escaped Charybdis I fell into Scylla) or "incidit in Scyllam cupiēns vītāre Charybdem" (into Scylla he fell, wishing to avoid Charybdis).

This adorably enchanting but also terrifying creature by some strange twist of fate, or finger of God (God being the Seventh Deadly Sin who just happens to be the author of this nonsense) found themselves in the small but beautiful and fruitful land its inhabitants called The Shire. What was this enchantingly terrifying mythical adorable creature doing in the quiet little corner of the world you ask? Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις wanted, nay, needed a nap. They were tired. Being a two-headed mythical sailor devouring cat-beast was not easy. So they went to find the place that they would sit if they fit.


*Many, many thanks to Sil, the Mother of Cats, who allowed me to use this photo of her cats (Cassiopeia and Leonidas) for this game. :smooch:
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Miaulë had had a difficult day. Catering to the vast feline hordes of Tevildo was no joke - especially when his hunters kept releasing their prey instead of bringing it into the kitchens because it was “more fun”. Cross and hot, he tore off his chef’s hat and attempted to get in it instead.
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If there was some kind of award (and there should be) for Best Sitting, Pusheen was sure to win! She was very good at sitting in all kinds of places! Her humans dependable worshippers often drew lil pics of her in her rotund and adorable glory just sitting and being herself.

Snacking is an official past-time of this tubby tabby. Naturally, she wanted to sit in the cookie jar...after it was emptied of every last scrumptious crumb of course!

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His Lordship, Sir Felix Meowington the Third meandered through the Shire, nose wrinkled in disdain and tail twitching in annoyance at the amount of dirt surrounding him. Where were the fawning courtiers? The tributes of the freshest fish and most potent catnip? Did these peasants not know who graced their shabby little land with his mere presence? He decided a restorative nap was in order before he could deal with this horror or begin his campaign to bend the peasants to his will. Boldly walking into the nearest ... hole really was the only word for it, he headed straight towards a basket left on the table. It really wasn't up to his usual standards but it would be a good enough place to sit until he had energy to search for accommodations more to his usual style.

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The Three Brothers (@Raisins): You jump up on a counter where you are certainly not allowed to be. Too late you realize some inconsiderate hooman has left cutlery drying up here and you're sitting on pointy forks and knives. What do you do? (0)

Floyd (@Lady of Shadow): This is a nice big comfy bed, with plenty of space. Probably because it belongs to the dog, who isn't too happy with you. How do you keep your spot? (+1)

The Cat From Ulthar (@The Ursinologist): Everyone knows warm clean clothes are the best place to sleep. But now your hooman is approaching you with a lint roller in hand, and for some reason they're not wearing a shirt. That certainly won't do. How do you keep your spot? (+1)

Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις (@Nessa Saelind): It's a cold wet day and your hooman has built a roaring fire in the stove. There are so many warm and comfortable places to sleep, it's hard to choose. Where do you nap in front of the fire? (+2)

Miaulë (@Meow Meow): The shiny metal thing with wheels feels so warm and comfy in the sun, that is until you feel it vibrating underneath you. Your inconsiderate hooman is trying to shoo you away so they can leave, and now your warm bed seems to be moving. How do you react? (0)

Pusheen (@Lailsheenbo): The hooman left a kitchen cabinet open. That was foolish of them. You sneak inside and find it a perfect fit. What will you do when the hoomans try to figure out where you are? (+2)

Sir Felix Meowington the Third (@I hate Eärendil): This bowl seemed like the perfect napping spot, at least until you realized it had berries in the bottom. Now you're covered in unpleasantly sticky berry juice. How do you fix this and stay in this comfy bowl? (+1)
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Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις - 2
Pusheen - 2
The Cat From Ulthar - 1
Sir Felix Meowington the Third - 1
The Three Brothers - 0
Miaulë - 0
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They jumped up on a counter. Why someone seemed to think that they would actually be allowed on any human or hobbit controlled surface was questionable. The cutlery was likely left there to help deter them however it worked poorly. Instead the overly wishful thinking human had armed the raccoons with two table knives a fork and something called a 'Knoork' Which was in fact a mixture of a fork a knife and a spoon that one might use while camping to minimize dishes but didn't work particularly well at ANY of its jobs. Perhaps it would be a better weapon but likely not. It would just undoubtedly help them in causing havok but over all be harmless. Unlike them. That said they were curious if they would be able to find the icebox that stored the food that was to be consumed by the cutlery wielding humans and perhaps take a nap on top of it after they had themselves a snack.

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Miaulë shrieked. What was this heathenish new contraption? Perhaps some sort of new mechanical dragon? That being said, the vibrations were quite pleasant, and it was still deliciously warm. He lodged his claws in firmly and resisted being moved. How dare this puny human attempt to disturb the great Miaulë?
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It was a cold and wet day in the Shire, the kind of day you want to spend indoors, with the heat on a cuppa and a good book. Or in case of Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις somewhere near the aforementioned source of heat and with delicious treats strategically placed around the room. The two-headed cat-best prowled around the dwelling searching for a nice warm place to nap. Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις were used to wet, but the cold they could not abide.

Their search for warmth soon led them to a large, hot room filled with strange objects and most importantly the delicious scents of food. Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις swished their tail in excitement. Warmth and food! Have Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις finally found the legendary Plains of Elysium? There was no sign of human or hobbit activity in the kitchen, a strange, but not unwelcome site. Σκύλλα turned their head towards Χάρυβδις and they exchanged a look.

The kitchen was empty, the AGA was on, spreading the toasty warmth throughout the room. It was time to pick a spot. Although neither Σκύλλα nor Χάρυβδις knew what an AGA was (and quite frankly the author of this nonsense is now questioning did hobbits have an AGA like cooker? Surely they did, being based on folks in the British countryside...) but they instinctively knew their nap spot should not be so near the cooker that would cause harm, nor so far away from it that the heat would not reach them.

It was time for their favourite activity: finding the perfect nap spot. The temperature needed to be just right and ideally, the spot needed not to be in the way of trampling humanoids. Not that Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις particularly minded being in the way of two-legged creatures. As their names and fame could attest to. Still, a place to nap was the aim, so a place to nap they searched and found it they did. Right under the kitchen table.
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Humans were, by and large, a nuisance. The Cat from Ulthar had always believed this. They were weird and hairless and walked on two feet. Being hairless was, of course, not a crime, but walking on two feet? it ought to be. Just when they'd found a comfy spot, a pile of the softest, warmest, most fragrant clothes ever to have been unfolded and tossed about, a human (their human?) decided they wanted one of these clothes. Clearly, this was not going do pass muster. The Cat from Ulthar had not traversed the Plateau of Leng, crept through the ruins of Old Sarnath, slunk through the streets of Celephaïs, to be so disposed of their prize. They were cat of Ulthar! They would not suffer the indignities of the hairless, two legged hooman (*cough* human *cough*)!

The Cat from Ulthar yowled and hissed a warning. This pile of clothes had been claimed by salvage rights. If this uncouth creature wanted to try and pilfer their hard one treasures, they would be getting a face full of claws and teeth and cat butt.
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Queen Guinevere surveyed the contenders. Her hooman was bothering her about something, some sort of need to place a glowing box on their lap in order to update some sort of game? Hmph. Queen Guinevere did not permit the glowing box to sit upon her lap throne. (sorry about the delay between updates!)

The Three Brothers (@Raisins): You've found the perfect spot in the eaves of the house, just your size! You could nap here forever. Orrrrrr you could drop down from above on the first unsuspecting individual to pass by underneath. What do you do? (+2)

Miaulë (@Wibble Wobble): This bucket was a perfect fit, that is until an inconsiderate hooman started pouring water in without realizing you were in there! You're soaking wet and your nice napping bucket is more like a wading pool. Now what? (0)

Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις (@Nessa Saelind): This box. This box is a perfect box. What makes it your perfect box? (+2)

The Cat From Ulthar (@ICS Vortex): It looks so nice and sunny outside, never mind that fluffy white stuff on the ground. You run out to your perfect napping spot and learn what snow is. And worse, your hooman has closed the door! Now what? (0)
Current Scores:
Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις - 4
Pusheen - 2
The Three Brothers - 2
The Cat From Ulthar - 1
Sir Felix Meowington the Third - 1
Miaulë - 0
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Ahhh yes perfect. They wiggled there way onto the eaves their weapons still in hand just in case some human or hobbit should wander by they'd be able to terrify them. Yes. Perfect. They watched for a while before falling asleep for who knew how long before they woke up a rustle below... It was time to act on their terror plot. They leapt from the eaves on top of the unsuspecting biped with a squeal forks, knife, and knoork at the ready.

There were several scratches bites and MUCH shrieking and flailing and crying (on part of the biped not the brothers) before they scurried away to find a new place to do a sits.

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It turned out that Pusheen's adorable tummy was just a little too tubby for the cookie jar.

As they say, when one cookie jar is too small, a cabinet full of goodies opens!!! And open it did!

Pusheen bounded to the neglected cabinet. She wiggled her backside, sending her tail shaking, stood up on her hind legs and then sprung up onto the counter! Nosing her way into the cabinet, she nibbled on a sprinkle-top doughnut, licking off all the frosting and leaving the rest. The sugar hit and she zoomed around the house in circles. "Meow meow meow!!!"

It was such a lot of effort to do all that running. Pusheen felt her head very grow heavy...

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Miaulë yiaulëd in absolute fury. He had just taken refuge in a bucket, cylindrical and shining, pouring his sleek body in like the liquid we all know cats truly are, and had just rested his pointed chin on his furry haunches when a NEW LIQUID began pouring in with a cheerful gluffing sound. Miaulë’s shrieks echoed off the inside of the bucket as he fought his way out - he had been snugly wedged- and swiped his vengeance with a pawful of unsheathed claws at the lackwit lackey who had carelessly flooded him. Where else could Miaulë rest?!
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Floyd seemed to find the perfect spot, soft and comfy with plenty of room, but just as he was circling around himself to prep himself for having a nice snooze, he heard a dog growl. Looking up, he spotted a bull terrier intent on starting a fight if Floyd wouldn't give up the spot. It seemed that the cute little tuxedo cat had chosen his favorite spot! As the bull terrier continued to growl at Floyd in an attempt to make the feline vacate his preferred spot, Floyd took on the appearance of a Halloween cat: back arched up and all puffy with his ears laid flat against his head, which meant BACK OFF! He also had one claw out and circled around the bull terrier until the little dog finally gave up the fight and went looking for a new spot, since it wasn't worth getting all scratched up over a favorite resting spot. There were lots of other places that he could choose, without picking a fight with a cute little tuxedo that happened to like the same spot as he did. Floyd, satisfied with his handiwork, calmed himself down and began circling the spot once again, hoping he didn't run into any other canines that wanted to claim his newfound spot before he did.

OOC: I think you forgot to add me to the roster, since I don't see Floyd's name on the list
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Goddammit. It's cold. Why was the sky so bright and the day so cheery when it's so cold? This was absolutely inexcusable. This was the worst sort of betrayal and trickery. The Cat from Ulthar had had to deal with a lot during it's lifetime, outrunning ghouls and dholes and nightgaunts were an almost nightly occurrence. But to be betrayed by the human that it had decided to protect? This was too much, this was beyond the pale, this was the straw that broken the lion's back! This was... good god this was cold!

The Cat from Ulthar was not having it. Whatever this white fluffy stuff was, it was the worst. They had not fought against the cats of Saturn, vile servants of Nyarlathotep, to be treated like this! To be tossed out without a thought into this cold, wet, white, ick.

The Cat from Ulthar yowled and scratched at the door. They wanted a place to sit, and they were going to find it. They yowled and yowled and started scratching at the door and when that did not prove to gain them access into the sweet warmth of the indoors, they decided the only way back inside was through the chimney, and that once inside, this human was going to have to die.
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The Three Brothers (@I Said What I Said): It was nice of the hoomans to leave this box out. Even though it's a little small. And even though it's packed full with a wheel of cheese. Tasty cheese! How will you make this little box fit? And what will you do when the hoomans find you've eaten their cheese? (+1)

Pusheen (@Lailsheenbo): Your hooman has stayed home today. How odd. They're falling asleep on the couch, with your favorite blanket pulled up over them. How do you choose to nap with them? (+2)

Miaulë (@Sillentretenmerth): You find a perfect box. Well, maybe a little small. Well, maybe you're stuck halfway in. What are you going to do about it in order to fit? (+1)

Floyd (@Lady of Shadow): You've found the most comfortable place in the garden for a nap. It's almost as though someone dug the perfect sized hole just for you. But then a hooman comes along with a big plant in a pot and showers dirt all over you. What are you going to do now that you realize the hole wasn't dug for your nap after all? (0) OOC: (oooooops sorry! Thank you for pointing out my oversight)

The Cat from Ulthar (@ICS Vortex): You find a nice quiet room, and even better, there's a huge cloth spread across the floor, making it a perfect spot to curl up and nap. Unfortunately, when you wake up, you realize it was a drop cloth, and it's splotched with paint! How will you get the wet paint out of your fur and get yourself unstuck from your napping spot? (0)

Current Scores:
Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις - 4
Pusheen - 4
The Three Brothers - 3
The Cat From Ulthar - 1
Sir Felix Meowington the Third - 1
Floyd - 1
Miaulë - 1
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Ohhh a box with cheese. Clearly the human that they had jumped down on had dropped it and was no longer needing the box or the cheese and the three of them squished into the box since a raccoon can fit in a four inchs space it was a good bit squishy but they fit easily enough leaning back with their tails hanging out of the box and the wheel of cheese wedged between them so they could begin eating the fantastic cheese.

A lovely Camembert if the smell was any indication. Should the human be upset with this there wasn't a lot they could do about it, after all the raccoons had teeth, claws, a bad temperment, and parasites to keep humans away.

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At last: a cardboard box. Miaulë stepped in delicately, fluffed his fur up, sat down. Or, at least, attempted to - he was floofing out over the sides. Determined, he wedged his haunches in, dragged his tail out to droop over the sides; but his front quarters were still not properly enclosed. He contemplated chewing off some of the front but abandoned the attempt two bites in and, instead, began nonchalantly cleaning his paws, pretending that he was perfectly content with being half-in. Schrodinger eat your heart out.
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The Three Brothers (@I Said What I Said): Your hooman has left blankets strewn on all the couches. Oh no! How will you decide which one to sleep on? Is it the thickest one? The softest one? What about the blanket that's exactly the same color as your fur, a perfect hiding place? Too many perfect napping choices! (+2)

Miaulë (@Sillentretenmerth): Your hooman is relaxing with a book on their lap. The perfect spot for a nap! How do you decided to interrupt your hooman's literary pursuits? (+2)

Current Scores:
The Three Brothers - 5
Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις - 4
Pusheen - 4
Miaulë - 3
The Cat From Ulthar - 1
Sir Felix Meowington the Third - 1
Floyd - 1
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Yes the cheese was done, and they licked their wee claws clean and decided it was once again time for a nap and made their way in the fantastic tiny door for their tiny animals. This of course made breaking into the house far easier than if they had to use the hooman sized door. They waddled along, bellies full until they spotted couches and blankets and made happy raccoon noises as the scrambled up onto the soft seat and then proceeded to fight violently over the blankets until they'd torn them all to bits and they ended up each making a wee nest of parts of each blanket and bits of the couches stuffing itself as well.

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Miaulë slunk out of the cardboard box. It had only half-fitted his noble haunches anyway. He wanted something better - something soft and living and warm.

Off he prowled until he scented something right: A Lap, where he could sit throned in comfort, sheltered by the warm arms of a Lady. Triumphantly he stalked over. Wait, what was this? His Place was occupied by some sewn together pieces of dead tree. Contemptuously Miaulë butted this nonsense with his head, nudging the Lady’s hands until she consented to massage under his ears with clever fingers. Then he seized the paper pile and batted it out of the way with a clever paw before graciously showing the Lady his bum with a flare of his tail before planting it squarely in The Lap. Ahhhh.
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The Three Brothers (@I Said What I Said): Because it's important to keep the hoomans guessing, today you've decided to sleep in the wooden structure they actually bought for you to sleep in. The top platform is perfect. Except it seems you've been indulging in lots of snacks, and now you don't quite fit. How will you squeeze yourself in and have a well-deserved nap? (+1)

Miaulë (@Sillentretenmerth): This spot in front of the window is perfect, nice and warm from the sun shining in. Until the sun starts moving! How rude of her. How will you catch that sunbeam and reclaim your warm napping spot? (+2)

Current Scores:
The Three Brothers - 6
Miaulë - 5
Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις - 4
Pusheen - 4
The Cat From Ulthar - 1
Sir Felix Meowington the Third - 1
Floyd - 1

@Nessa Saelind @Lailsheenbo @Let it Go @I hate Eärendil @Lady of Shadow Next round will be the last round! And all points for the last round will be doubled, because cats are chaotic and unpredictable like that! You have two days, or maybe three, or maybe four if the real life Guinevere has lots of lap time needs and doesn't let me use the computer. Yes, my cat is in charge of my life, as she should be.
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Oh, Pusheen was very, very sleepy and needed to catch some zzzzz's. What luck her hooman was cozied up snoozing away on the couch! It was the purr-fect place to curl up, being warm and soft and maybe there'd even be some head scritches.

Pusheen bounced up and nudged her nose beneath the blanket, burrowing under its warmth and onto her hooman's lap. A fluff of tail stuck out from beneath the blanket as she settled in. With a tummy full of cookies and a cozy lap on which to sleep, Pusheen began to purr.

This was the life. This was the nap spot to end all napping spots. The one that could never be surpassed. The one where she should never be disturbed...never ever ever! The hooman could never move now that she was here, those were The Rules!

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Growing bored of the overly soft couches and blankets that they had utterly destroyed the moved onto the...well they weren't sure what it was it was a thing and they could climb it and it had boxes and platforms but what to call it? They did not know. It did not matter. What mattered was for some reason there was only 1... ONE platform at the top and while it was big enough for certain for one of them to sleep on it... if the stretched out and splayed their wee legs and tail over the edge of it (because squishing was for getting to food not napping - they were raccoons not living liquid after all) it would be a comfortable place to sleep... But with three of them?

Maybe when they were kits they could have, but instead it ended up that Reginald who had gotten to the top first being curious had laid down... Followed by Bob who after attempting to kick Reginald off decided to just lay on top of him... and Hob seeing Bobs handiwork decided to lay on top of him. Reginald got the shortest portion of the stick for this though he was plenty warm Bob was a little displeased though at least he was tucked nicely in between two warm bodies so he didn't need to worry about a blanket or anything. And Hob of course was the most comfortable though it was a little cool but that's what ones long fur was for.

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There was a wooden box under the kitchen table. The cherrywood box was neither too small nor too big. One could say it was just right. It was a finely made box, lavishly decorated, and the patterns made the rich colour of the wood and the straight grain stand out.

At first encounter, Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις stood perfectly still, observing the box with interest. Their keen eyes noted every detail of the object, their eirs twitched as they listened for possible signs of danger. Their tail swished this way and that in reaction to the new information their senses received. Finally, Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις moved gracefully towards the box, their paws making no sound as they walked on the floor.

Reaching their destination, Σκύλλα moved their head slightly and sniffed, while Χάρυβδις observed the content of the cherrywood box. They lifted one paw and carefully touched the cream coloured mass inside it. It was soft and fluffy, bending perfectly under their paw. Χάρυβδις let out a satisfied purr and Σκύλλα joined them in expressing their satisfaction.

Without hesitation, they climbed into the cushioned box and used their paws to adjust the cream coloured duvet to their liking. Once finished, they settled down for a nap their tails occasionally swished with satisfaction. Soon, their loud purring filled out the kitchen. Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις were pleased with their nap spot. The cherrywood box was indeed a perfect (nap) box.
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Miaulë yawned and stretched, flexing his long muscles and exposing his furry belly to the slice of sun that cut across the window sill. His huge golden eyes were half-lidded against the warm light that poured in, but he blinked them slowly and opened them as he felt the heat creep away. What was this? Time moving on? How absolutely outrageous. He contemplated getting up and moving, but that required SO MUCH EFFORT. Rising to his paws was completely out of the question. Instead, he summoned all his will and his malice and, with some concentration, rolled himself completely over to catch that last beam.
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After his incident with the dog, Floyd went looking for a new spot to curl up into a ball and have a nice snooze. For some reason, the cute little tuxedo cat found himself wandering around the garden (probably chasing a worm so that he could have a juicy morsel first) and spotted a hole that seemed to be dug just for him. As Floyd finished circling around himself and plopped himself down to enjoy a brisk afternoon nap, he felt dirt being thrown all over him and vacated the spot after he saw that the hole wasn't dug for him after all! It was for a plant one of the humans was going to plant in the garden and didn't realize that Floyd had taken over the spot! When he hissed at them, they simply chased the cute little tuxedo cat away, robbing him of yet another spot to take an afternoon nap in. This wasn't Floyd's day, by the way things were going, and it was best if he just went back home and curled up on his owner's lap, since at least the only way he would get interrupted there was if his owner got up and threw him to the floor, which Floyd was more used to anyway, rather than dealing with butt hurt dogs and humans that didn't check to see if the hole they dug to plant one of their seemingly endless supply of food (at least in Floyd's mind) hadn't been taken over by one of the neighborhood cats.
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Did I say two days, or maybe three days, or maybe four days? Guinevere said otherwise. Please enjoy this photo of the cutest and fluffiest impediment fitting and sitting wherever she darn well pleases.

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Pusheen (@Lailsheenbo): You've found a nice woven blanket. A perfect napping spot! But as you try to settle down, your claws catch in the woven fabric. You're all tangled up! How will you salvage this napping spot? (+2)

The Three Brothers (@I Said What I Said): The root cellar seemed like the perfect place for a quiet nap. It's cool and subterranean and full of little nooks and crannies. So many nooks and crannies that your hooman doesn't realize you followed them in and they shut the door, locking you inside. How will you get out? (+1)

Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις (@Nessa Saelind): The snag in this tree branch looked like the perfect place for an afternoon nap. That is, until you were halfway up the tree. Then you looked down. Then you tried to climb down. It's not going well. How will you get out of the tree? (+1)

Miaulë (@Sillentretenmerth): The hooman left a kitchen cabinet open. That was foolish of them. You sneak inside and find it a perfect fit. What will you do when the hoomans try to figure out where you are?(+4)

Floyd (@Lady of Shadow): Everyone knows warm clean clothes are the best place to sleep. But now your hooman is approaching you with a lint roller in hand, and for some reason they're not wearing a shirt. That certainly won't do. How do you keep your spot? (+2)

Final Scores:
Miaulë - 9
The Three Brothers - 7
Pusheen - 6
Σκύλλα and Χάρυβδις - 5
Floyd - 3
The Cat From Ulthar - 1
Sir Felix Meowington the Third - 1

Congratulations to @Sillentretenmerth for fitting and sitting most successfully, and thank you all for playing! Feel free to respond to the last prompt and claim your ultimate napping spot, or terrorize the closest available hooman, or get into any feline shenanigans of your choice.
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Pusheen was off to bake some more cookies with her pals when she was distracted by a most luxurious woven blanket and detoured to investigate. She dug her paws in and flexed and stretched, kneading the soft folds of fabric. Stormy meow-ed from the Room of Cupboards and Treats, beckoning her to help with the baking and then Pip joined in, insisting he was hungry.

But when Pusheen tried to dart away, she was stuck!! The blanket tangled in her claws and threads unraveled, making a real mess of things. "Mrow!" she cried in distress, tugging and tugging. The further she pulled, the more tangled she got until she rolled onto her back, all wrapped up in the blanket, just a little head (and tail) poking out!

Her ear twitched. It wasn't so bad to be wrapped in a blanket. She resigned herself to a long nap, gave an indignant look that said "why yes I did meant to wrap myself up into a purrito", closed herself and fell asleep, dreaming of Pip and Stormy, Bo and Cheek, all of them nomming on choco chip cookies and milks!

OOC: thanks @Possibly A Tribble for a fun, adorable game! And look at that Guinnie tummy!!! eeeee <3

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