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[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[Not appreciating the snowfall.] How annoying.

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[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

KITTY. [Scooping it up. Carefully. Oh oh this was definitely Kronk's belated Christmas present! Right?]

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[alsjdkldfjhdf WHAT ARE YOU DOING--

He'll just glare. Be useful and pet him, or something.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was going to pet him FOREVER.] Fuzzy.

Your name's Fuzzy now. Or...uh. Or Kitty. I'm not sure yet!

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[Well then, maybe Mogget will allow him to carry on.]

You may call me Mogget.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

I'm Kronk! Hah, I knew I'd get a present! Yzma was all, "I'm not buying you anything" but Yzma didn't have to because Santa does that stuff. Yeah.

[Thinking hard!] Uhh... what do kitties eat, Mogget? Tuna fish?

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[He didn't understand a word of that first bit and doesn't particularly care either way, but the mention of fish catches his attention.] Fish, yes. Do you have any?

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

I sure do. [Big smile!] Just wait here, little guy! [Happily returning with eight plates of different fish, because Kronk had access to a palace kitchen.]

[armsopen.livejournal.com]

Oh now, Mogget, it is not that terrible.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

Oh? How so? As far as I can tell, it's much the same as rain, but worse.

[armsopen.livejournal.com]

Shall I carry you in my shawl? I could help you until we find warmer quarters.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[Grumble grumble.] If you must.

[He jumps in and curls up into a tight ball of grumpy cat.]

[armsopen.livejournal.com]

Oh, you could stand to be a little less excited now. ( she carries him close to her chest )

I think it looks just lovely today.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

Lovely and wet. [He shifts a little, poking his head out from the folds of the shawl.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

KITTY. [Scooping it up. Carefully. Oh oh this was definitely Kronk's belated Christmas present! Right?]

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[alsjdkldfjhdf WHAT ARE YOU DOING--

He'll just glare. Be useful and pet him, or something.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk was going to pet him FOREVER.] Fuzzy.

Your name's Fuzzy now. Or...uh. Or Kitty. I'm not sure yet!

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[Well then, maybe Mogget will allow him to carry on.]

You may call me Mogget.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

I'm Kronk! Hah, I knew I'd get a present! Yzma was all, "I'm not buying you anything" but Yzma didn't have to because Santa does that stuff. Yeah.

[Thinking hard!] Uhh... what do kitties eat, Mogget? Tuna fish?

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[He didn't understand a word of that first bit and doesn't particularly care either way, but the mention of fish catches his attention.] Fish, yes. Do you have any?

[armsopen.livejournal.com]

Oh now, Mogget, it is not that terrible.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

Oh? How so? As far as I can tell, it's much the same as rain, but worse.

[armsopen.livejournal.com]

Shall I carry you in my shawl? I could help you until we find warmer quarters.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

[Grumble grumble.] If you must.

[He jumps in and curls up into a tight ball of grumpy cat.]

[armsopen.livejournal.com]

Oh, you could stand to be a little less excited now. ( she carries him close to her chest )

I think it looks just lovely today.

[notcharter.livejournal.com]

Lovely and wet. [He shifts a little, poking his head out from the folds of the shawl.]