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Bart knew he was trying to distract himself from recent events, just to not think at all. The thing was, having a pet made that easier, even one as unusual and rambunctious as Bob. Even at his lowest, the little guy made him smile. Right now, he needed to. He was actually up a tree at the edge of one of the scattered clearings, far from the compound, to better give the animal room to play. The statistics weren't in favor of people finding Bob a charming pet, and dealing with a frightened bat usually meant scratches and dodging wing-buffets.
Bob didn't know why his human was unhappy, but he was on what passed for his best behavior, not even calling insults when Bart ate a piece of fruit instead of tossing it to him. Earlier, he'd even brought back a mango for them to share, and patches of his fur were still sticky with the juice.
"Ready?" Bart asked, holding a dried fig up to show it to the bat as Bob's eyes went wide and he tensed, ready to dive for the food. "Here you go!"
There was a leathery snap of wings as Bob flipped into the air, racing to catch the treat before it had started the downward fall back to earth. Bart laughed, amazed at his retrieval skills, but wishing they could actually get him to return objects instead of just finding food. Tim had been planning some training beyond puzzles and other stimulating toys, but other than dodging or catching objects, Bob wasn't really interested. Which was amusingly ironic. A bat that wouldn't be a Bat.
Bob didn't know why his human was unhappy, but he was on what passed for his best behavior, not even calling insults when Bart ate a piece of fruit instead of tossing it to him. Earlier, he'd even brought back a mango for them to share, and patches of his fur were still sticky with the juice.
"Ready?" Bart asked, holding a dried fig up to show it to the bat as Bob's eyes went wide and he tensed, ready to dive for the food. "Here you go!"
There was a leathery snap of wings as Bob flipped into the air, racing to catch the treat before it had started the downward fall back to earth. Bart laughed, amazed at his retrieval skills, but wishing they could actually get him to return objects instead of just finding food. Tim had been planning some training beyond puzzles and other stimulating toys, but other than dodging or catching objects, Bob wasn't really interested. Which was amusingly ironic. A bat that wouldn't be a Bat.