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Next full moon? I can't remember.

We've just passed the one, lad. Next will be on the 18th of July.

Yeah, I know. It came out of nowhere...
And thank you. I'll write it down this time. Should help me keep on track.

Can ye not feel when they come? *her eyes flash momentarily* 'Tis a strong pull it has, sometimes.

I usually feel it about a day before hand. Which isn't enough time to warn the neighbors of possible property damage.

I like to be prepared.

Is there nowhere ye can go? *shakes head* Ye should have better control than that.

Well, I'm actually pretty big, so it's hard to NOT knock something down.

Yeah, I think I'll just stay home next time. The cats can wait.

I doubt yer as big as me Jacob and he doesn't knock over a thing unless he means to. Ye must take more care.

What in the name of God do cats have to do with anything? *looks at him* Unless ye plan to eat them.

Not eat 'em. Eww.
Just chase them around a bit.

Payback for all the times they scratch me on my way to school.

*looks relieved* That's good. They're not so good to eat.

Do they not like ye when yer a man, then?

Yeah. Stupid things.
Some old lady in my apartment complex owns, like, fifty of them. And they attack me in gangs.

*chuckles* Aye, well, in that case ye might be justified in eating the one or two. Just enough to make yer point.

Too much fur.
Maybe I'll just shave 'em first.

Ye think a cat has too much, ye should try a bunny in the middle of winter. Was picking fur from me teeth for days.

Bunnies?
I don't have any problem with rabbits right now...

I meant for a meal. Do ye not hunt for yer food?

No, I usually buy meat.
I think if I killed somebody's pet for dinner, they'd notice...
And I am NOT going after humans.

I didn't hunt for the longest, but now I love it. Nothing gets yer blood pumping like bringing down a wild pig. Vicious buggers.

*shivers* People don't taste good.

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