.004 [Video]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[The camera is shaking and jostling about quite a lot. Bertie is up in a tree, clinging to a branch with one hand while trying to video post with the other.]

I say, can someone please give a chap a helping hand here?

[The picture jolts as Bertie yelps and looks at something below him, off camera.]

Nice puss puss puss. Good puss.




((OOC: Feel free to spam and use this as a Bertie Day In The Life In Port, too))

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[youriseyoushine.livejournal.com]

Of course it isn't working! WAVE HARDER! {Accompanied by Fate's own waving and cursing.} Go away!

{But then he starts to thinking. How is it one gets a cat to go away at one's house? He's always been more of a dog person.} If Chloe and Radclyffe were here you'd be mince pork-chop! {A frown.} Cat-chop?

{Say...there's an idea.} Bark at it! Bark at the cat!

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[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie looks at Fate as though he thinks he might be a bit daft, but desperate times and all that. Bertie starts barking. Barking and snarling and making all the doggie sounds he can think of.]

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[youriseyoushine.livejournal.com]

{And Fate begins his repetoire of every dog noise he can think of—barking, yipping, howling, yowling, growling, and whining. Though, at this rate, the best they can hope for is the feline beast to just...get bored and wander off.}