Thekla Cat Shelter & Veterinary Clinic

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Adoptable Cats

Prince Clawedius Meowington III ♂ | Available | Easily Confused Miss Tuna Casserole ♀ | Available | Devious & Hungry Duchess Merriweather von Fuzzypaws ♀ | Available | Struggles to do everything Dread Pirate Jones ♂ | Available | Affectionate & Crafty Knight Captain Flufftail ♂ | Available | Will fight to defend your honor Messere Winks ♀ | Available | Too charming for her own good Wigglesworth *Adopted by Ellen Ripley* ♂ | Named for his wiggliness Chocolate Peanut Butter Brittle ♀ | Available | A delightful young lady Celestia Grace, Queen of the Cosmos ♀ | Available | full of stars Ser Tristinia Tricolor ♀ | Available | Dastardly rogue Just Beans ♂ | Available | An enigma Serah Lionel Longwhiskers ♂ | Available | A pensive young man with a troubled past

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Additional Services

• Magic-based vet care for all animals


• Cat behavioral advice


• Animal rescue assistance


• Long-term shelter and adoption services for cats


• Rehoming assistance for other pets (cannot keep dogs on-site)


• Free cat naming suggestions!

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A Belated Visit.

[2onostromo]

She hasn't known of Thekla's for long. She'd gone a day before work to return Zivia's coat and scarf, and she'd told her 'you might be interested in this...'

And she was.

So much that Ripley considered skipping work entirely, throwing all caution to the wind and leaving her workbag wherever she stood at that time. She didn't, of course. Work was important and brass was the key to staying afloat. So she waited. Toiled the day away underground and when she rose like a phoenix from dust and ore...

Went home. Straight home.

You don't need a cat, she told herself.

You're never home. You work from sunrise to sundown. Who'll feed the thing? Who'll give it attention? You don't need it, that's final.

Jonesy was enough. Can't you leave it?

Just leave it.

Well... So much for that.

Ripley tugs her work coat tight around her shoulders, as if doing so might wring some sense out of her yet. It doesn't. She clears the door to Thekla's and spots a long-haired gentleman at the front of the clinic.

And cats— lots of them.

"Hi. ...Are you open for adoptions? You're Anders, right?"

[thedayisyoung]

Gentleman is a strong, strong word for the person sitting at the front counter of Thekla's.

What Ripley sees is a ragged-looking blonde man who has absolutely not bothered at all with adapting to the local style. Loose green shirt with a slouched neckline, tucked into plain brown trousers, which are subsequently tucked into simple boots. Sleeves rolled up, apron over top. He has the scraggly beginnings of a beard, a few grey streaks in his wild shoulder-length hair, and dark circles under light brown eyes. He looks like he hasn't eaten or slept in a year.

In his lap is a one-eyed, snaggle-toothed black cat that he is trying to coax into taking medicine. It is going about as well as one would expect, and the cat jumps down as Ripley enters. He sighs.

His eyes move to her face, looking mildly annoyed. Not the most personable fellow, is he? "...That's me, yes. And yes, they're all available to adopt."

[2onostromo]

Ripley prods the inside of her cheek with her tongue, feeling as though she's interrupted something. Made a wrong move by coming at this exact time on this exact day, like the universe is trying to shake sense into her. You don't need one. Let it go; which, made apparent by her being here, is easier said than done.

Or maybe this guy's just an asshole.

She straightens, clears her throat and fights a frown.

"Who was that one in your lap?" Curious, she peers over the counter to where the small, black creature might have run off to.

[thedayisyoung]

"Ah, that was Dread Pirate Jones. He's not terribly fond of his medicine, but to be fair, it does likely taste awful. Still, he needs it so his tooth doesn't get infected." Anders sighs. "Anyway, have you got anything in particular in mind? Color, temperament?"

[2onostromo]

"Oh," She says a little absently. Is the universe playing tricks on her now? She can't decide if Jones is its way of laughing in her face or handing her a kindness. "No, I can't imagine that tastes any good... Ah, temperament? Your biggest pain in the ass, maybe? One that's been here for longer than it should?"

[thedayisyoung]

"Ah, that would be Wigglesworth. One moment."

Anders rises from where he sits, grabbing a cane from where it rests against his desk and hauling himself over to a cat hidey-hole under some of the room's furniture. He stoops with a grunt, muttering something, and he is responded to with the most pathetic wailing ever to be uttered by man or animal. There is some thumping, some clatter, more grumbling from Anders, more caterwauling, and finally Anders produces a tabby with mismatched eyes who is utterly determined not to be held. He twists and turns so much that Anders abandons his cane--- and apparently is so predictable on the matter that the man doesn't even seem surprised. Anders limps back over to Ripley, handing her the cat, who---

Settles. Immediately. He is utterly still, save for the wobbling of his head as he looks up at her.

"He's got a balance problem. He was born with it, you see it in cats sometimes," Anders explains. "It doesn't hurt him, he just stumbles and--- well, usually he doesn't care to be picked up. But apparently he likes you. Either that or he's just determined to make a fool of me."

He smiles as he says this, no longer able to feign irritation. He clearly loves these animals.

[2onostromo]

The name, absurd in its cuteness, brings a sunrise-smile over the reserved, somewhat cold exterior landscape that constitutes her person. She can't help it, is all. The smile is beyond her control, cutting delighted creases in either cheek. Anders' grousing, the bellied yowls of protest and the cat that's produced as a result— who stares at her with mismatched eyes— coaxes a laugh from her. And before she can prepare herself for a fluffy fury of wiggling, he drops the bundle into her arms—

And he stills.

Well, as much his condition permits. Wigglesworth's body stills, but his head continues to bob to and fro.

"Hi, baby." She coos, cradling him in her arms. Anders' smitten smile is met by one of her own, one that likely won't leave her face for the next several business days. "Clever little man. Do I need to do anything special for him? Safety-proof the house, anything?"

[thedayisyoung]

"Just don't keep breakable things on the counters and you should be fine," Anders assures her. "He knocks things over without meaning to."

The look on Ripley's face, the way she talks to him, and her gentleness cause Anders' hard exterior to soften just a little bit further. Alright, fine. Maybe he can ease off the brooding a bit in appreciation of a fellow cat lover.

"He plays fetch, you know. When he's in the mood to. He's terrible at it, stumbles after whatever toy before tripping all over himself to bring it back. But it'll keep him busy for hours."

[2onostromo]

"Luckily for you," She directs toward the fluffy bobble-head, "I have absolutely nothing of value in my shitty little house." Then, toward Anders (and smiling just as large) "But, noted."

Alright, so maybe Ripley isn't the most artistically inclined. But Brass is a hard resource to come by and she'd sooner jump down a mine hole than go spending her money on useless decorations. Seeing how this works out for the two of them now makes her feel a little less crummy.

A laugh, half in disbelief, half in delight. She sets Wigglesworth on the ground and reaches for a little cotton mouse on the top perch of a cat tree. "Is that right? Let's see if you'll show me..."

And fwoop goes the little mouse through the air. It lands across the room. With pupils blown out to black saucers and legs fumbling one over the other, Wigglesworth starts toward it.

[thedayisyoung]

Anders barks a laugh, watching him go fondly. "Hours of free entertainment, I tell you. Seems like a perfect match, though. As long as you're not still living in the tavern, he's all yours."

forgot I have kitty icon :3

[2onostromo]

Wigglesworth bats around the little canvas mouse with the coordination of a fawn on ice-skates. By some miracle he manages to snatch it up between his jaws and comes fumbling back across the room toward them.

"Oh, I've got a place in the Northwest Hollow." Ripley reassures. She stoops to her knees to pet him. "It's nothing special, but it works. How much Brass for him?"

[thedayisyoung]

Anders waves away the notion. "No cost. I make my money on the vet services. Adoptions are free."

[2onostromo]

Ripley scoops up the wobbly bundle into her arms, beyond herself with a kind of childish joy she hasn't experienced in ages. When you're tormented by demons on a monthly basis, you learn to appreciate the little things.

"You ever take volunteers around here? Must be a lot for one person to take on."