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I got a conniving smile on my face and exchanged a look with Devin. He smiled back and nodded and we both changed wolf. I run off after the three that went to attack the Pyranese who was sitting on Moon. "No you don't, you hurt the dog you'll end up hurting Moon and then you'll be hurt. I'm saving you're unimportant lives," I say blocking the Chaos Kitten attack trio.

I go after the real Chaos Kitten after Alie blocked trio number two. "Call them off and I won't bite," I say taking the cat's back in my mouth. I hold back my gag because he's still covered in catnip.

The cats decided to tackle Alie instead while the other two groups charge Devin. "This is for stealing my name!"

She finishes her drink. Leaving the glass on the table she gets off of her chair and crawls over to Scott.
"Mmm furry warm pillow." She pets his ear as she lays down and talks quietly, "Good boy, good Scotch"

"Yep, this is Scotch, Scott for short." she patted the St. Bernard.
Pointing at the Great Pyranese that stretched, sending white fur floating into the air she continued. "That is Vodka, or Ka or V for short. And that" she pointed to the Newfoundland that was sleeping on a now-gray area of a white rug, "is Gin, or Ginny."

I changed back to human and grabbed up all three of the little Chaos Kittens then turned to listen to Nathan and Lillian's conversation. I couldn't hold back my giggles. "Imagine if you were to go up to a random person talking about their dogs and say 'I love Scotch, Vodka and Gin,'" I said.

((This post may very well be the 6666 post in the entire guild eek ))

I whistled for the dog, "Vodka, here pup," I said, trying to help the girl who was sometimes a fox.

Ka put her large head between the couch and the girl. That was it.
"It isn't that odd, since a common St. Bernard name is Brandy because they were originally bred as snow rescue dogs that carried a small barrel of brandy on their collars for people they found. I think alcohol makes it harder for your body to stay warm so I think it was counter productive, but a st-bernard laying on you, wet or not is sure to make you warm, or numb do to lack of blood flow..."
Scott got out from under the moving owner to lay somewhere else. He settled for sitting next to Alie, and leaning against her, slowly and ninja-like adding more and more of his weight, the lazy beast.