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Lie still, be still, become oneeee with the litterbox sandbox....all would be okaaaay....omnomnomnom......ooohhhhhmmmmmnomnomnom nommmmm....
Pinkersnapple half-chanted his mantra to himself as he fell into a soft little sleep in the sand, ignoring his pink-haired h00man petter's grunts of frustration and the girl who...ooh a girl? Did she have choklit on her? Girl h00mans always had choklit. It was a fact of life.
Also a fact of life: Pinkersnapple was a magic pink cat who could eat alllll the choklit he wanted and not get sick. Or so he thought.
"Merrrrrrrrrorororo," the fat pink cat lifted his head up a little when Jakey finally returned to tickle his chin. "Mow?" he continued, slowwwwly getting to his paws as his tumultuous tummy jiggled from side to side. "MOW!"
Pinkersnapple swished his tail and pranced around Jakey, then pranced over to Kiri, sniffing her toes to see if she had had choklit on or around her at some point during her lifetime.
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Antarctica! Anxiously, Kiri watched Jake, water dripping off of him, crawl closer and put his hand on the cat's fur. After a moment, his face lit up in a smile and he began scratching the cat's chin. Kiri let out a relieved sigh. So the cat had just played dead! And now it, or he, was moving again anyway, yawning and stretching.
Then he got up. He was huge! The only reason he could still be called a cat and not a... a tiger was because it hadn't eaten them yet! His stomach bounced from side to side as he plodded slowly towards Kiri. She stared at him. Kiri knew that cats were supposed to be smart, but this one had a pair of the most searching eyes she had ever seen on a feline. He probably didn't just understand humans, he wrote about their silliness in his diary. The effect was only slightly spoilt by the pink fur. The cat didn't seem to care, but his owner, Kiri was sure, might.
"Who does he belong to, Jake?" she asked as the beast sniffed at her exposed toes sticking out of her sandals. The cold cat nose tickled, and Kiri leaned forward to ran a hand through the thick fur. "I think I might have something in my bag for you," she told it, thinking privately that, given the cat's size, she shouldn't be encouraging this sort of thing, she really shouldn't. Nonetheless, Kiri poked around in her bag a bit and managed to find a few crumbled biscuits wrapped in a handkerchief. She'd planned on feeding those to Sol, but her pygmy puff was locked in his cage in the Observatory. She placed them on her open palm and held it out for the cat. "Go on, give them a try."
The animal... was EVIL! Tricking Jakers like that. He could have gone on for the rest of his days believing he was a pink cat killer. Merrrrrr. Ah well, at least the animal was up, and... paying attention to Kiri rather than him.
"That's Gingersnapple," he explained, squinting up (because of the sun) at her, making patterns in the sand with his finger. "Obviously... he was orange at one point..."
Funny story, that.
Still dodging the actual question, or rather delaying the answer, Jake watched as the cretin was offered food. Which it would most probably nom. omnomnom.
Realising he couldn't just not answer, Jake looked up at the girl's face again. "He belongs to Professor Bunbury," he stated.