Twelve Days of Whazzitmas
Dec 16, 2017 16:21:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 16:21:22 GMT -5
December 16th, 4:20 PM (heyoo)
Maybe for humans, or at least folks that were human sized, waking up with an apex predator next to them was a charming, comforting experience. For Meow Mix, well. It was not quite the same at all. She'd been curled up contently in the doll-house bed when she was awoken by not just a loud thud and rattle, but a cold draft as well. She knew the wind had been crazy lately but this was getting ridiculous. "What the-"
There was a dog in her room.
Well. A wolf.
Well. The front PAW of a wolf. Which could barely fit in the doll house's window. But it was definitely the paw of a very large (if still rather young) predator, and Mixie squeaked in alarm. The squeak only got louder when the paw was withdrawn and replaced with a gigantic sniffing nose at the end of striped grey muzzle.
Pourquoi es-tu un rongeur?
"... wait what now?"
Cautious, but definitely curious, Mixie stepped out of her bed, pausing when she noticed the teeny rat-sized fuzzy chicken slippers at the foot of her bed. Those were new. "Were you just talking to me?"
Bien sûr, je vous parle. Mais pourquoi es-tu un rongeur?
".... is that French?"
Non, c'est Libanais. Bien sûr, c'est un français, espèce de bête.
Squeezing herself out the door cautiously, Mixie eyed the soft, silvery puppy with a puzzled look that she was pretty sure she saw reflected in the youngster's eyes. There was a tag dangling from the pup's caller that seemed to say "Nausfi"- a word that meant nothing to Meow Mix. Was that french, too?
"Um... welcome to the family? I guess?"
Je vous remercie. Mais cela n'explique pas pourquoi vous êtes un rongeur.
Mixie SIGHED. This was going to take a lot of work.
Ikal'daka Zanjur Male Nausfi -- Meow Mix
Maybe for humans, or at least folks that were human sized, waking up with an apex predator next to them was a charming, comforting experience. For Meow Mix, well. It was not quite the same at all. She'd been curled up contently in the doll-house bed when she was awoken by not just a loud thud and rattle, but a cold draft as well. She knew the wind had been crazy lately but this was getting ridiculous. "What the-"
There was a dog in her room.
Well. A wolf.
Well. The front PAW of a wolf. Which could barely fit in the doll house's window. But it was definitely the paw of a very large (if still rather young) predator, and Mixie squeaked in alarm. The squeak only got louder when the paw was withdrawn and replaced with a gigantic sniffing nose at the end of striped grey muzzle.
Pourquoi es-tu un rongeur?
"... wait what now?"
Cautious, but definitely curious, Mixie stepped out of her bed, pausing when she noticed the teeny rat-sized fuzzy chicken slippers at the foot of her bed. Those were new. "Were you just talking to me?"
Bien sûr, je vous parle. Mais pourquoi es-tu un rongeur?
".... is that French?"
Non, c'est Libanais. Bien sûr, c'est un français, espèce de bête.
Squeezing herself out the door cautiously, Mixie eyed the soft, silvery puppy with a puzzled look that she was pretty sure she saw reflected in the youngster's eyes. There was a tag dangling from the pup's caller that seemed to say "Nausfi"- a word that meant nothing to Meow Mix. Was that french, too?
"Um... welcome to the family? I guess?"
Je vous remercie. Mais cela n'explique pas pourquoi vous êtes un rongeur.
Mixie SIGHED. This was going to take a lot of work.
Ikal'daka Zanjur Male Nausfi -- Meow Mix