TheClosetKidnapper

Oh. Thank you. I didn't see that. Lol. Cool. My kitty's a boy, named Tucker, but we call him Mr. Stinky.

Jace follows Rayah closely and sits behind her, wrapping an arm lightly around her.

Lol. What kind of cat is she again?

Ah, no.

Fudge.

I have a German Shepard and a Yellow Labrador as well. Lol

A black tabby and an orange tabby. But the black tabby's mine. The orange is my sis'. You?

Jace swallows and looks away from Andrew, looking back at Rayah and nodding at Nephil's information.

Uh-huh

Jace holds Rayah and kisses her forehead. "It's okay. Shh. Just relax."

Exactly.

Lol. Nice, CPM. My cat does that all the time.

Jace hushes her and strokes the side of her face with his thumb, glancing at Andrew. "It's okay. He's made his peace."

Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not. Depends on my mood, the situation, and whether or not it involves chocolate.

Jace holds Rayah close and nods, glancing at Nephil before tightening his grip again. "It's okay." He whispers.