POV Cora is meowing and nawing a metal lid

Tronus: Aw a cutie. *pat pat pat*

Cora: HIIISSSSSSS

Tronus: IM SORRYYYYYY

Cora: *lets go*

Tronus: D:

Cora: *pur*

Tronus: Lil goober. *more petting*

Cora: *chomping on lid*

Tronus: Ay ay ay no. *he grabs the lid*

Cora: grrrrrrr
*tug of warring*

*Tronus holds the lid up*

Cora: *not letting go*

*Tronus does the grave mistake of poking his belly*

Cora: HISSSSSSASSHSHSIHSHSHSHHSHSHHSH

Tronus: AUGH IM SORRY-

I have a friend named Cora

Ove: ...
*sits down and watches her*

Cora: *biting*

Ove: *watches in curiosity*

...
can i try?

Cora: ?

Ove: *gets on all fours and reaches down and bites the lid*

Cora: mow

Heather: Cora what are you doing?

Cora: *immidietly rips it*

Heather: Oh you got to be-

*She runs back to buy another and then gives it to Cora*

Cora: *rips it too*

Heather: ...You know what? I'm gonna do something

(time skip for a couple days)

Heather: I got some engineers to make you an completely metal indestructible chew toy after recording how you bite on the stuff

Cora: *gnaws on it, making very small dents*

Heather: *Pets*

Cora: mrow ^^

Cora: *half eep*

Heather: Cora? Which chew toy you want?

Cora: mrow..

Heather: This one?

*She points to one of them*

Cora: *nod*

Heather: Okay! *She buys the chew toy, walks home, and unboxes it*

Cora: *nomps it*

(as in swallow or-)

*chomps it
Not swallow*

(Alr)

Heather: *Pet*

Cora: maw

Heather: hm?

Cora: *chomping metal lid*

Heather: Cora no that's bad for your teeth!

Cora: *bites through*

Heather: Oh my-

Cora: *still chomping m*

Heather: Whats even in there?

*She opens the lid*

*no it’s just a lid*

(wait so let me get this straight. a f**king cat is chomping on a metal lid like a lawnmower?)

(No like a dog with a chew toy)

(Okay but I don't think cats chew on things unless this is a lore reason I'm unsure of)

(Yes it’s lore)

(Ah alr mb man)

Heather: *takes away the metal lid* How about this. I'll buy you a chew toy?

Cora: mow

Heather: Alright! Abraham?

*No answer*

Heather: Oh right. he's in Vegas. We'll just have to walk

Cora: mrow
(He’s not actually on vacation isn’t he..)

(Nah he is. He gets a vacation every month. what do you take me for? A crazy man who wants to make all his OCS life miserable?)

Heather: *picks up Cora and walks*

(Yes.

No I’m joking I was just thinking about medea and how she’s gone..)

Cora: *purr*

(Eh she didn't do much except be Venus's straight man)

Heather: Alright... pet shop