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House was actually surprised he hadn't woken Foreman at all. Every couple of hours, he'd woken up to race around the apartment and try to climb shelves. Everywhere Steve had been was especially fascinating. And he was certain there was a mouse somewhere in the apartment. He just couldn't find it.
By six-thirty, House had decided Foreman had slept more than enough. He tried sitting on the bed beside him and staring, but it didn't work.
Then he noticed Foreman's feet moving.
What was the point of being stuck as a kitten if he couldn't let the instincts come out? So he pounced, biting through the blankets.
By six-thirty, House had decided Foreman had slept more than enough. He tried sitting on the bed beside him and staring, but it didn't work.
Then he noticed Foreman's feet moving.
What was the point of being stuck as a kitten if he couldn't let the instincts come out? So he pounced, biting through the blankets.