Blair opened the door and threw his keys in the basket, grabbing the sack from the pet store out of the hallway. After Jim had said Felicity could stay, he'd realized he needed to get some things for her – food, a collar, a litter box and litter. While at the pet store he'd grabbed some food and water dishes; he'd picked up a catnip mouse as well, passing over the brightly colored balls with bells in them, as he knew they would drive Jim nuts.
His eyebrows climbed up into his hairline as he saw Jim. The Detective was taking a nap on the couch, one hand curled around Felicity, who was taking her own nap on his chest.
"And he's only putting up with her for me?" Blair said quietly. "Yeah, right."
Chuckling, he went to the kitchen to set up Felicity's next meal, leaving his roommate and their pet to sleep.
Half an hour later, Jim and Felicity were finally starting to wake up, the cat's nose twitching as she caught scent of the recently-poured food. Eyes blinking open and ears perking up, she jumped off of her perch on Jim's chest and headed straight for the dish of food on the kitchen floor.
Blair chuckled as he saw her dive snout first into the pile of brown pellets, purring in satiation as she munched.
Jim yawned and, heaving himself up from the couch, walked over to the lean against the pillar. He watched Felicity for a moment before turning to Blair. "I see you picked up a few things for the furball," he said dryly.
Blair smirked. "Don't even, Big Guy. I saw the two of you napping together. Guess it's just the Jaguar in you, huh, Felix?"
Jim growled, very reminiscent of his Spirit Guide, and stalked into the kitchen to grab himself another beer.
At that moment, Felicity finished her repast and sat up, licking her whiskers. Seeing Blair, she padded over and rubbed up against his ankles, purring her thanks for the meal.
Leaning down to scratch behind her marmalade-colored ears, Blair chuckled. "You're welcome, Felicity."
Soon the feline got tired of being petted and scampered off to the living room. She got very involved with batting at the fringe of the afghan hanging on the back of the couch.
Jim chuckled and gestured with his beer bottle towards the happy cat. "Guess it's true what they say: anything not nailed down is a cat toy."
Blair mock-frowned, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Yeah, yeah. Just you wait, Big Guy."
Raising one eyebrow, Jim asked, "Wait for what, Chief?"
"Wait until the day when you're coming out of the shower, and she thinks your balls would be fun to play with," Blair said, a malicious smile on his face.
Jim cringed and protectively covered his crotch. "And that, right there, is why I don't like fighting females. They don't just go for the jugular, they like to emasculate you first."
Blair just laughed.