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Jan smirked in sheer kitten body language, inclining his head enough to flicker the light just ahead of Jerry's insistent pouncing, shining it on a few random kittens in the room just to see if he'd go after them too. He enjoyed the Jerrykitten destruction train, just when he wasn't on the receiving end of it.



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Rep looked disappointed at the lack of twitter messages despite himself.



Then just to show off, climbed and hopped up onto the bed ahead of Harrison's failed attempt - it really wasn't that different from climbing the cliff every damn day - and looked down at him with concern.

Jordan abandoned the phones to jump back down to the floor, eyeballing the tip of Harrison's tail again. Maybe if he acted casual, Harrison wouldn't notice the slow, careful stalk.

kitten!Jason had to wonder weather it was worse being a penguin or a kitten, but at least he had four legs to work with instead of two webbed feet. It was still a Odyssey trying to reach his own door with his tiny paws and smaller body, and he spent a good ten minutes just jumping up trying to reach it. Eventually he managed to get the blasted thing open, tumbling out into the hallway in a heap.

It was hard to figure out if he was actually scared or resigned to the fact he was a fluffy ball of fur. For now he just sighed and decided to go with it, since there were far worse things that could happen. With his improved hearing he could hear the calls and meows of other cats, so it looked like he wasn't the only one.

He stepped quietly towards were all the sound was coming from, finding a large group of cats, and one human hunter.

He mewed hesitatingly. Were all these cats actual hunters?

He was happy, content under the, away from the mass mob like scene of kittens clinging to the human leg tree and had his best friend in the world.

Button.

There was a small thought in Matt's head he could live like that forever until something that felt like claws digging into his back the button shooting out from under his chest.


MMEEEWWWWWWWWWW

Matt laid flat on the floor, his one paw outstretched as he stared at the fleeting figure as it dashed away from the scene of the horrible hit and run.

His only friend gone.... Mewwwwwwwww mmeewwww.....

Her eyes narrowed with clear dissatisfaction for the way she was being spoken to. The nerve! Fine, she would follow him around until a solution was found. She looked up at the cats he already held, yowling unhappily with envy. She wanted to be carried! Candace weaved through Taym's legs while he walked, rubbing against his ankles with seemingly sweet and affectionate nudges. Nope. Knocking this b***h down so he'd carry her.

When they stopped she did as well, staring at..Bix. <..Yo.> She blinked.

Another cat approached her and she blinked.

Eventually there was a pink kitten latched onto Taym's leg and Candace just stared at it. And stared. And stared. And stared.

Rejam

Candace was a siamese, not a persian. Siamese are so much more badass.

as a kitten.>

Taym was simultaneously attempting to rescue Bix's marbles while Bix himself was suffering from an onslaught of tail pouncing, curse amiably at the kittens clawing their way up his back and warning them not to dethrone Noah because "the brown one was there first, assholes," and trying to divide his attention between a needy America and an equally-needy-if-for-different-reasons Candace.

And then the tiniest, cutest sneeze happened from somewhere up above and the orange tabby was desperately trying to get his attention and aw look she think she's a people. Except she was a people, of course, which was slightly unsettling, but did not stop him from gazing at her adoringly anyway.

"OK," he yelled, like someone trying to calm down a rowdy classroom. "Listen up, I--"

The expression "like herding cats" exists for a reason.

Step one: disentangle himself from the cats clawing in the vicinity of his back, their active attempts to scale him diminished, at least. On the way, scoop up Otto, examine his squat little face, and inform him: "You're probably an ugly ******** in real life if this is how you turned out. This was a good change for you." Step two: check security of Noah's position. No dice for escaping, Noah, you belong to Taym now. Step three: tuck America into pocket while exasperatedly saying "all right, fine, fine," and inform Candace: "Give me two minutes, you shameless hussy."

He was already talking to them exactly like he would talk to actual cats.

He gazed upwards at the vents in the ceiling from which the diminutive sneezes had issued. They were super, super cute.

"I don't know if you can ******** understand me but find one in the roof," he suggested, "and I'll go upstairs? How the hell did you even--this is dumb," he added, with a slightly hysterical laugh that did not actually stop him from picking up Candace for no other reason than that America was now in his pocket and he needed another cat to hug. He set off for the stairs. "If you make me 'here kitty kitty' at you I swear to god I will find out who you are and make you pay for it," he yelled at the ceiling, not sounding even in the slightest bit angry and in fact sounding like he was having a grand old time. Now it was a game, with a mission.

<You aren't ugly!> Sasha chirped up at Otto, following dutifully after Taym.