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Were the really suggesting he give up on old Sparky? Just like that? A little opposition and suddenly it was time to throw in the towel? No no no, he was sticking by his kneazle. They had a bond. A shaky....uncertain....il-advised bond, but it was there.
"Sorry we couldn't finish the course." Kitt told Noah. The boy flopped to the ground by his defiant feline partner. He waited til an unexpected moment then yanked Sparky off the Professor. It only took a lot little screeching and hissing and clawing but the kneazle soon settled in his lap, satisfied he wasn't trying to take him around the block again. See? This wasn't so bad, minus the minor scrapes. They were fine and he was taking a rest as instructed.
Kitt looked to the cage. All he saw were cats. Possibly a different breed, but they still looked like cats.
The fact that Islay was talking about powers and the Professor said there were myths made him think there was a lot more to this story. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about this story, or them, so....
"The crawl into your bed and suck your soul through your nose at night then bring it back to their litter and you get reincarnated--'cause, see, the babies are born without a soul, yeah? And and and so they have to go find souls to give to their babies. Those two are here because they're parents are good hunters."
Someone once told him, if you spoke confidently enough, people would not only think you knew what you were talking about, they would also believe you. So there, his version of whatever those things were. He was as likely to be right as he was to be wrong.
Reginald--yes, he had a name and it wasn't Sparky--purred softly when Williamson gave him a scratch behind the ear. That's all he wanted. Comfort and pampering, none of that manual labour business the boy was pushi--
Hey hey heeeeeyyyy.
The kneazle struggled against the sudden pull but he wasn't quick enough and soon found himself in this Kitt boy's lap. Startled, he'd retaliated immediately but upon realizing that sitting was all they were doing, he finally calmed down enough. Let that be the last time they tried forcing him into hard work.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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