Talkin' Bout My Best Friend

Bobi, aptly named because Edy was obviously a comic-genius, whined low down in her throat as the child all but choked her in enthusiastic love. Vaguely the bobcat understood that this child was part of Edy's litter, but the girl didn't seem to understand even the basics of how a litter was supposed to behave. Tufted ears folded flatly against her (currently) small skull, Bobi wriggled and flailed, trying to mew loudly but flailing given the constriction of its throat. Meanwhile, Edy was sulking. Various iterations of fuck you Loren rolled through her mind as she sat purposefully fraying the blanket she'd found for her bed. Interrupting this monologue of self-pity was a feeling in her mind. A feeling of unease and unhappiness. "Wha–" Edy said to herself, scratching at the back of her head as if expecting some physical thing to be the cause of the strange interruption of feelings. Then it hit her. Bobi. Following the feelings, Edy found herself standing outside of Bea's door. Narrowing her eyes slightly with suspicion and no small amount of confusion, Edy rapped her knuckles against the door. "Yo Bea, you in there?" EDY Could dress up to get love. But guess what? I'm never gonna be that girl who's living in a Barbie world