Feline Good

[st_allionofdoom]

It was never wise to underestimate the destruction even the smallest of beasts could inflict. Perched atop her bed, she watched Loki frolic--swinging from curtain to curtain, shredding lace, knocking off knick-knacks with his small but 'uncoordinated' limbs. Typical kitten mischief. Getting a dose of catnip sprinkled on him should have come as a relief to her roommate, except for the fact he was now dragging himself across the floor to coat himself in it while Valkyrie watched, lazily swatting him with a tassel he'd managed to dislodge.

"Doesn't get boring, does it?"