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Precious: *stares* ... new cat in the neighborhood?
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Ferrahn: *stares back* No. I don't live here.
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Precious: *feels uncomfortable being stared at so intently*
Ferrahn: ...
Precious: *follows the hard stare to the fresh fish in his paws*
Do... you want... it? Are you hungry?
Ferrahn: Oh, Are you offering?
Precious: Ye-- um no, I--
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Ferrahn: *snatches fish from hands quickly*
Precious: HEY! *ears turn back*
Ferrahn: *pats Precious on the head*
Goooood kitten...
Precious: :(
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Ferrahn: I'm starving. I haven't had fish this fresh since...
Precious: can't we at least share???
Ferrahn: *walks off, ignoring Precious*
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The kitten, Precious, goes off crying to his friend.
Precious: --and he wouldn't give it back!
Kafka: New cat in the neighborhood?...
Precious: I want my fish back!
Kafka: You stay here, I'll get your fish back.
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So Kafka goes to confront the new cat...
Ferrahn: *stops and stares at Kafka, sizing him up* What?
Kafka: *ears go back* That fish doesn't belong to you.
Ferrahn: What? Are you talking about that white fluffball?
Kafka: That white fluffball happens to be my ward. Give the fish back or else I'll take it from you.
Ferrahn: ... Come and get it.
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Kafka: *goes to grab the fish*
Ferrahn: *pulls fish away and purrs* Somehow... I have the feeling the fish is not what you're after...
Kafka: *surprised* what are you suggesting?
Ferrahn: You know exactly what I'm suggesting. *eats fish*
Kafka: !! YOU!!!
Ferrahn: *cackles*
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Ferrahn: *leans back and rubs his head against Kafka's and starts purring*
Kafka: Maybe you're right...
Ferrahn: Of course I am. Well too bad I'm full now. *pushes Kafka away and walks off*
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Kafka: =_= Geez. So catty. I'm glad he's not living in this neighborhood.
Precious: *walks up* Did you get my fish back?
Kafka: No. He ate it.
Precious: WHAAAAT?? Noooo!!
Kafka: Nevermind that. Come on, let's go get you another fish.
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