Bart mewed pitifully, very confused as to his sudden case of the cat, and rushed forward to bump Andrew's legs. He didn't have thumbs! How was he supposed to finish his quests?!
The little cheetah was too cute for words. "Hey little feline guy, have you seen Bart? Did you get you from a class or something?" He held out his hand, palm up, to the cat.
No thumbs! Didn't Andrew get this trauma--Ooo! Hand!
Bart did what came naturally to him now that he was cheetah-fied and sniffed the offered hand carefully to memorize the scent. Then licked it with the rough, sand-papery tongue of a large cat.
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Bart did what came naturally to him now that he was cheetah-fied and sniffed the offered hand carefully to memorize the scent. Then licked it with the rough, sand-papery tongue of a large cat.
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