Cara realised she's been neglecting that whole office hours thing, so here she was, in her office, doing vitally important preparation for her class on Thursday.

This vitally important preparation seemed to mostly involve moving a catnip-filled toy squirrel around her desk for Surreal to pounce on.

[Open door, open post.]

Cara had been staring at Surreal and fiddling awkwardly with the strap on her pack for several good long moments when she finally said "You're a kitty."

Surreal yowled, tail lashing. That was an incredibly helpful observation there, Cara.

"Well, you are," Cara added defensively, crossing her arms. Today was not going as planned. Not that she'd had very defined plans beyond spending it with Surreal, but they definitely hadn't involved anyone turning into a cat before Cara'd even had a chance to greet them. "I'm pretty sure this island hates us."

Yeah, Cara kind of deserved the two pawsworth of claws to her knee she'd just gotten as a reminder of which of them the island hated more right now. Getting the pointy, pointy hint, she bent to scoop her currently furry girlfriend up. "You realise I'm the one who has to explain this to Richard and Kahlan?"

[Establishy. Surreal modded and kittified with permission.]