>>5503918The cat hissed and tried to backstep the approaching human, but she was too determined to tear the clothing off of his back. Kinny was swiftly lifted off the ground and he pawed at the girl's arm in annoyance when she reached around to untie the sleeves from his waist before grabbing everything she needed and leaving him on the ground with fuzzy fur .
"...could at least SAY THANKS...!" he meowed, loudly, now that he was sure she wouldn't try to whack him, since she quickly disappeared out of the view behind a mountain of boxes.
>>5509523Thanks to Kinny's often hygiene breaks, his fur was immaculate. Very quick and easy to groom. The cat, however, didn't enjoy the touch-ups made by the old wolf and would later that evening find a secluded roof and go into an obsessive, compulsive licking session that lasted at least 30 minutes. The other cats might or might not have joined.
While being under the barrage of wolf words, Kinny would interject his comments to the various subjects that Mog went through. The cats were the first such subject. "...yes I don't know why they both ran to their mommy, either. She said they would loot the shop we found and catch up with us. As for the pussies... no offense taken, it fits--" the cat stopped mid-sentence to loudly exhale through his nose, blowing the dry cloth dust out of his lungs, and then he sneezed from irritation it caused, before finally wiping his nose and continuing. "Apologies. Where- oh, we actually found some weird statuettes of the Old Ones crossbred... I guess, with cats." Kinny grimaced, he really did not enjoy that idea. "They smell cheap, but Bobtail said we could sell them as relics or something like that. Can't say I'm the biggest fan of that idea, religious grifting can destroy reputation and make you lose the better clients."
Kinny, now sufficiently groomed, started readjusting his various straps after the human assault left his pack hanging on the side. "Yeah, I don't doubt she could have brain damage after being locked in that cold box for a long time." The cat noticed a mouse foot was hanging out of the pocket, and silently readjusted the rodent inside his little home, while Mog was finishing his purgatory speech. "Hm, that's a new one. As far as I'm concerned, those birds end their journey in my stomach. I once worked for an Owl priest and he said that all the stealing racoons end up in a burning trashcan that slowly orbits the Sun. It's kind of... ironic, considering he wanted me to smuggle relics he 'found' through the forest border. But that's not important."
Kinny now put all of his attention towards Mog, who explained the bunker situation. And when the wolf placed his paw on Kinny's shoulder and looked directly in the cat's eyes, the he was greeted by an empty stare. It seemed as though there was nothing inside the cat.
Picrel. 