Sorry Weft, this isn't aimed at you in any way - I just like it. Robin cats
(plus, at least they're masculine colours for Offwhite City's culture...)
These are nice too. And ooh, blues and greens! *happy*
This is so Weft if the eys were a sickly green isntead of Tortile blue.
Basaltine: A naughty kit finally got caught! Bad Weft, no terrorising the countryside [rolls around laughing]
Weft: [snootily] Purlease. No one will catch me dead out in the sticks unless I have to be. Frankly, no one, little old gentlemen or law enforcement industry, is likely to catch me at all unless I do something really stupid.
Basaltine: I bet there've been some near misses involving an accomplice and a chicken coop.
Weft: If you're calling me a chulc, you'd better be ready to die.
Basaltine: ...not actually what I was going for, but... what is a chulc?
Weft: Like a little rat dog.
Basaltine: You mean... a Maltese?
Weft: [looks that up] No! Not an attractive, cute small dog. Like a cross between a rat and a dog. Ugly, filthy, disease-carrying stinky things. We shoot them on sight.
Suitov: I find them more appealing than bichons, personally...
Basaltine: Most things are, and I say that with the impunity of having what I think is either poodle or Löwchen somewhere in my ancestry.
Weft: [makes a disgusted sort of cough, displaying the usual cold hatred for everything Suitov likes, does or thinks]
Basaltine: [sings Ninja by 7 Seconds of Love]
(Guess what musical we saw recently? And is still stuck in my head? Yeah. Guess!)
Mutt: When you fall on your head, do you land on your feet?
Are you tense when you sense there's a storm in the air?
Weft: Can you find your way blind when you're lost in the street?
Do you know how to go to the Heaviside Layer?
Mutt: Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant?
Weft: Familiar with candle, with book and with bell?
Mutt: Were you Whittington's friend? The Pied [chokes] assistant?
Weft: Have you been an alumnus of heaven and hell?
Mutt: Practical Cats!
Weft: Dramatical Cats!
Mutt: Pragmatical Cats!
Weft: Fanatical Cats!
Mutt: Oratorical Cats!
Weft: Delphic-oracle Cats!
Mutt: Skeptical Cats!
Weft: Dyspeptical Cats! Romantical Cats!
Mutt: Pedantical Cats! Critical Cats!
Weft: Parasitical Cats!
Mutt: Allegorical Cats!
Weft: Metaphorical Cats!
Mutt: Statistical Cats
Weft: And mystical Cats!
Mutt: Political Cats, hypocritical Cats!
Weft: Clerical Cats, hysterical Cats!
Mutt: Cynical Cats!
Weft: Rabbinical Cats!
Basaltine: [lower eyelid twitches] Oh. My. Grace.
Mutt: [looks slightly guilty]
Weft: [would look slightly guilty, but begins combing his hair instead]
Seb: *claps*
Hel: That was quaint. A bit boring. But quaint.
Arg: Perhaps if they were to sing of parasitical foxes, then would you have been happy?
Hel: ...well, only if the singer would've been as fat as you.
Mutt: For an encore, Weft will now sing Memor-- [drowned out by Basaltine's screaming]
Weft: No cotensticks. I'm bored of this now.
Mutt: I'm gonna flip out, like a ninja, 'cause that's what ninjas do-oo-oo...
Weft: DIE NOW.
But.. the ears! what about the ears?
*stares*
It, uh. Uh.
Seb... demand royalties. I'll help with the "with menaces" part.
"Our model, Chicken"??
XD XD XD
I know! You couldn't invent this thing.
engineering for cats no wait.. the other wa round
did not address the issue of trees
I am in awe of this tortoise!
Darnit I want a tortoise. D:
Those are fabulous and evil all in one. True kittylike behaviour there.