bouncy-fancy paws

Aventurine had just came back from his work trip in Penacony to find chaos reigning in his apartment. Impressively so, Parmenides was sleeping through it all, softly snoring as Muffin threw chalk powder at Acorn, Bell and Rose, who were projecting a livestream in the living room, its volume way too high.

The livestream was showing a racing event, its participants the cat cakes of Herta’s Space Station. Aventurine tilted his head, his gaze focused on his critters, who were smashing their soft paws on the tablets he'd bought them, in support of the racer they bet on.

When victory was claimed for the third and last round, Aventurine’s critters erupted in meows, varying from happiness to dismay, all equally aggravating Muffin further. Aventurine stepped in, before his whole furniture would be covered in chalk powder.

“Back from dreadful work and not even a greeting,” he said, pouting. It immediately set three pairs of wobbly eyes, one pair of robotic gleaming eyes, and a pair of puffy, sleepy eyes on him. “So, what’s all this fuss about?”

-or, two cat dads taking their children on a trip to make new friends.