[ The ability to feel how Spock appreciates his efforts is a new sensation, and one Jim is totally down to accept, the way Spock brushes against the golden link, like a dapple of sunshine hitting at just the right angle. So far, the bond has provided an interesting layer to their conversations; sure, sometimes Jim gets a little lost in their collective head, but he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of it. ]

Well, thank you. You flatter my carpentry skills. [ It was well-constructed (mostly); but the ugly corner where he'd stripped a screw (or...two...) was hidden by a plant. What? It couldn't be perfect. He was definitely trying his best though, and it paid off. Jim's answering grin just continues to expand as Spock offers him a verbal thanks - as if the glowing feeling Jim can sense expanding against the boundary of the bond isn't thanks enough.

He nods, reaching out to complete the ozh'esta, callused fingers brushing Spock's, a gentle spark that lights between them. I'd love to. ]

After you, Mr. Spock.

[ With a smile and a wink, Jim nudges open the door to the enclosure with his foot - the cats don't seem bothered, continuing on with their various activities. They're pretty brave little things anyway, but Jim has also been harassing them (plying them with treats) all morning, so while they aren't as affectionate with him as they are with Spock, they've apparently decided he's not much of a threat. ]

There's a door for them, too. [ Jim points to the corner, showing off a little cat door that's been left latched open. They can close it if they need to, but for now the cats can come and go freely. ] What do you think, guys? I think they like it.

[ The bonded pair snoozing in the corner definitely seem to have embraced moving in. ]