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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 6, 2009 11:30:47 GMT -5
Carlos rolled his eyes again, but decided he was bored enough that he might as well hear it. It might be unintentionally hilarious, at that. So he raised a paw to bathe it, but didn't leave.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Apr 9, 2009 15:57:07 GMT -5
It was as good a time as any to take a stand. Well, at least it seemed so, and she was angry.
"Now, you don't seem like any cat I've ever seen, so I'm willing to bet you're not, and if you are how could you tell anyone? So. I, sir, am a mouse, and I will tell you once and for all that we are NOT going to put up with cat attacks any longer! I don't want this to come to violence, but I'd really like cooperation!"
There was no reason she couldn't be a singer and an activist.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 13, 2009 13:47:01 GMT -5
Carlos looked up at this, blinking a few times at the outburst.
A mouse?
Well she smelled like one, that was true, so maybe she was like him. A... a were-mouse. He wanted to snicker, as this was extremely silly and undignified and he was rather glad he'd been bitten by something grander and pretty.
Secondly, well, it wasn't as if he was some sort of spokesman for some body of catdom. Cats usually fled as he approached. And it wasn't as if any cat was going to stop attacking mice because it was asked. It was just natural; even Carlos, a most unnatural cat, knew this. He stared at her disbelieving, almost tempted to change into a man just to laugh at her for real. Oh, he'd have fun if they met again, in his proper form.
As it was he shrugged awkwardly, as if to say, "Good luck with that, then."
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