Cecily seriously overestimates me if she thinks I can simply get back up just like that. It takes me a few extra minutes to recover the sensations in my legs, and a couple more to actually be able to get up. At least I've made a few furry friends as the cats that are done eating are all surrounding me asking for pets. The black one in my hand is purring, and rubbing itself against my palm to ask for more. I love cats, and I can't help but give in. Plus, the gentle softness of their fur definitely helps me calm down some more. They seem used to hum–I mean, vampires. Does Beatrix always feed them? ...Can I keep this one? I wonder what the house policy on pets is... I should ask Cata later. For now, I have to give up the fluff therapy and get back inside. I'm sweating, my butt and hands are w
