Cat leaned against the balcony railing, staring up at the starry sky. It was a perfect warm evening for romance, and….hold up, did he smell catnip? There his mind went again, like a ball of yarn rolling in so many different directions.
Marinette would be back shortly, and Cat unhooked his baton from his baton, clicking over to the camera feature. Hair and hair gel, did his hair look good! "Hello, Handsome," he purred, checking to make sure there wasn't anything like the tree of doom (broccoli) in his teeth. Cat could be very vain, and even Marinette nor Ladybug knew he groomed himself daily, in front of his mirror or on her balcony when the sun hit the perfect spot.
"I shall sweep you into my arms and kiss you," Cat thought of his Lady, lips puckering pretended his baton was her…..
"What are you doing?" Cat froze, his eyes meeting Marinette's as she held two mugs of tea. Oh, cheese and crackers. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he shot back, cursing that his voice cracked.
"I think you were smelling the catnip again. Chamomile tea? Unless you'd like to be alone," Marinette giggled. "No, no. Tea is fine, Princess."
Cat flushed furiously, sipping his drink. Sure, he had been caught. But at least this time he didn't have a paw in the cookie jar!