For galeforcehero
If there was one thing the Doctor had learned by this point in his travels, it was that he did not have a good relationship with cats. They had claws, he had skin that they could claw at. It was just simply something that was never meant to be.
He didn't hate them... as such. He didn't hate them as much as he was extremely weary of them. Them and their little cute ears and their soft fur and their propensity to try and kill him a lot of the time.
So when the TARDIS landed on a planet full of the venomous little vermin pests, his first instinct was to run back inside and just hope that they didn't come after him with cyanide and large lead boxes for him to suffocate in just to prove a point about Schroedinger's cat.
He'd met Schroedinger's cat. It was quite clear why people kept locking it in boxes and killing it (or not) half the time in the first place.
"We should go," he said immediately, eyes catching nervously on one that was completely the wrong size for any cat to be. Sixteen feet was long enough. He hoped there weren't larger ones.
He didn't hate them... as such. He didn't hate them as much as he was extremely weary of them. Them and their little cute ears and their soft fur and their propensity to try and kill him a lot of the time.
So when the TARDIS landed on a planet full of the venomous little vermin pests, his first instinct was to run back inside and just hope that they didn't come after him with cyanide and large lead boxes for him to suffocate in just to prove a point about Schroedinger's cat.
He'd met Schroedinger's cat. It was quite clear why people kept locking it in boxes and killing it (or not) half the time in the first place.
"We should go," he said immediately, eyes catching nervously on one that was completely the wrong size for any cat to be. Sixteen feet was long enough. He hoped there weren't larger ones.