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The large Savannah cat tore into small park yowling at the dog that was chasing him, "You flea bag couldn't catch a car if it was standing still!" The dog just barked and continued to snap at the cat who had been antagonizing it for several blocks now.

What had started out as a rather quiet evening of sniffing out some fish scraps ended up in a scuffle with a muggle dog. One that resulted in a few scuff marks for the guardian cat and one rather prominent claw mark on the dog's shoulder. "Didn't you learn anything from your mother? Don't mess with someone bigger then you!" But ironically enough the stray dog was larger then the Savannah guardian, a mutt of indeterminate origins that did not take kindly to the spunky feline.

The guardian cat was so focused on his pursuer that he rounded a tree without paying attention to what was on the other side and promptly collided with the human that had been just napping there without a care in the world. "Oye! Ack! Watch it!" The cat scrambled to get untangled and mostly just found himself tangled in the limbs of the human.

Mel didn’t really understand what had happened. One moment he was tangled in a human while having a stray dog snarling down his neck, the next the mutt was gone and the human was asking what happened. “You mean you don’t know?” the guardian asked absently as he did his best to extract himself from the unfortunate homo sapien he ran into being careful not to claw the follow up any further then he already. Even without claws the cat himself was still pretty heavy and of course he picked an inopportune moment to remember he was a ‘cat’ and as such should not be talking to just any old human! He paused while still pretty much standing on the fellow and tried to cover for his mistake by trying to meow like a normal furbal, “oh, um. I mean… MEOW! Meow? Mow? Purr???” Gold eyes glanced up to see if he got away with it only to really take in his current companion, at which point the guardian sighed and huffed out a little breath and finished extracting himself. “Well s**t. I don’t have to worry then.”

“So what was the question again?”He asked once he was back down on the grass, his own question a bit strained as he stretched and worked the kinks out. “Man! That flea riddled mutt chased me for like a million miles! Just because he didn’t take to having his meal snatched by a much better person! That's not fair! Right? It's totally the law of the city or something right? And besides he started it! I just protected myself.” The guardian started to ramble and bounce around as he vented his annoyance with the dog. His anger disappeared like a magic trick when he turned his attention to the young man he had inadvertently run over.

“Ooooooo! I like your outfit! Its neat looking! So your a senshi right? I can tell cuz I’m special and all. What senshi are you? Can you do anything really neat? Does your magic make things go bang or boom or kapow?!?” He bounced and jumped as he vocalized the comic book sounds. Mimicking kicks and punches as best as a cat could.

Mel’s bouncing and general hyperness came to an abrupt stop when he caught the little comment the senshi said. The cat just stood there agogg, his jaw open and eyes wide. It took a moment for his brain to re-engage and then the questions started to pour out. “Kill cats? Why would you kill cats? I understand squirrels. They are tree climbing rats with bushy tails. It makes sense to go after them since they are a real nuisance. That and rats. Rats can be super mean, there was this one time when this ginormous rat chased me away from this choice alley behind this deli over in the Italy district. At least I think it was the Italy district, there were alot of pasta places, or a lot of pasta trash at least. Man I really want some cannolis now.” He trailed off for a moment, his eyes glazing slightly at the thought of the desert.

“Have you seen that movie? The ‘leave the gun, take the cannolis’ movie? What's in a cannoli anyway? Why is it so good? Can you put anything in a cannoli and call it one or does it have specifically be that cream stuff? If that's the case does that make a cannoli a taco since its in a hard shell like those things from Taco Bell? What about an eclair? Could those be considered fat cannolis? Eclairs are super yummy! And really gooshy if your not careful!” Somehow the cat’s brain had completely forgotten how the entire conversation started with ‘cat killing’ and had deviated directly into his stomach. Which of course, promptly rumbled. “Don’t suppose you have a snack in your outfit or something do you? I could go for a little something… mmmmm pizza! Pizza would be good if you have any!”

And of course his attention was once more redirected when the senshi he was chatting with gave him a quick pat, “Oh. That feels good. Do it some more!” He slid a bit closer and presented his head for more pats, practically shoving his forehead into the fighter’s hand. “Behind the ear is the best spot ever! Don't know what it is but it feels soooooooo good!” Mel had the attention span of a gnat but he was still a sweetie who surprisingly, actually retained what he heard. He just tended to forget about it really fast. “So hawks, hum? Oh yeah, right there! Does that mean you can fly? Are you like that superhero guy from the comic books? You know… Hawkman! I think that's his name. Little lower,” the cat rambled on as he adjusted the angle of his head so he could get the scratches just where he liked them. Having hands really was the best.

Mel muttered to himself, mostly words like ‘there’ and ‘up’ and ‘a little to the right’, as he shifted under the fingers of the senshi. He even would let out a pleased purr when the fellow hit a particularly good spot. “Wha?” His eyes cracked open a bit to glance at the kid before he went back to enjoying his massage. “Like what? I’m a cat… can’t fly either.” But he froze a second later as he remembered something and promptly started to bounce in place. “I can’t fly but I can jump reeeeaaaaaaallllllly high! I once touched a dragon, well more like clawed it, when it was breathing fire down on everything all like ‘ROAR’ and ‘FIRE’ and stuff!”

The cat broke away from the extremely nice pats, completely distracted by his tale of dragon fighting. “See, see there was this really really cool thing that I got to go on that ended up with a dragon attacking and so I was all like ‘fight me you overgrown lizard!’ and I totally used this guy, I think he was a General or something, and used him to launch myself into the air to take down the dragon!” He paused in his miniature imaginary fight, where he had been acting out the situation. He looked at Petit and said without an ounce of sarcasm, “and it worked! It fell Khersplat! Squished a few people actually I think. It was so coooooooool!”

“And then, and then, and then there was this one time I had hands!” He went on to briefly describe his foray into being a human and attacking giant rats a-la the Nutcracker, but he ended on a dejected note. “But then I woke up so I guess I never really had hands. But they were nice. I liked them. I wouldn’t mind having hands again some day.” He studied his own paw for a moment before letting his claws in and out, and adding, “but I do like my claws so maybe hands aren't always the best.”

“Oh… oh yessssss.” Mel closed his eyes and just enjoyed the scritches, purring even as he jutt his chin out so the senshi can get under his necklace. Hands really were the best.