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[titterwings]

Home for lunch, sharing a nectarine with the rats. Watching while Fandango beats up Scaramoosh and takes her piece, then runs off to hide it in the igloo. That's our Fanny, stock-piling for the apocalypse. I can almost hear her little rat voice yelling 'We have to ration it Scara! If the world ends, the hoomans can no longer feed us! We'll have to live off of what we have, you can't be greedy!'

So I gave Scaramoosh a croissant instead. Apocalypse, ha.