Cautiously, Camulus opened the door of his apartment, a bag of books in one hand and Scathadh in the other. He saw nothing. He heard nothing. This was a bad sign. He set Scathadh down and the kittyninja scampered across the floor, stretching her legs and exploring. Like she didn't live here half the time anyways.
No sign of the those thingsYet
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Thus a bakers dozen on wee critters walked into the kitchen.
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"Scathadh! Thig a-steach!" he commanded as he kicked one foot at the wee pests.
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They were utterly unafraid of the cat, as they had made friends several days ago, and the cat thought they were keen.
They had no such aliance with ankles, shins or toes.
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He roared something in English. She didn't understand English. She did understand when he started shouting, "Se plaigh a th'anna! Rach ri ifrinn! Rach!" and she snickered some more.
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They set their wee trunks and tusks to work, tearing bits of book and binding off and stuffing thier faces. Several separated from the herd and headed for the waffle maker. It was metal and useless to them, but it had lovely cords to chew on.
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