*A meow emits from a nearby tree--only not a regular meow, more like the whine of a siren. The cat curled up in the knothole is quite unhappy, but this only effects her meow in the slightest; it's every bit as obnoxious when she's NOT wet.* ~I can't believe I was such an <i>idiot</i>, but there I go again, blaming myself when it's my fault. Amy? Oooh, where is that girl when you really need her...~ -- La Petite Marie

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Subject: *A meow emits from a nearby tree--only not a regular meow, more like the whine of a siren. The cat curled up in the knothole is quite unhappy, but this only effects her meow in the slightest; it's every bit as obnoxious when she's NOT wet.* ~I can't believe I was such an idiot, but there I go again, blaming myself when it's my fault. Amy? Oooh, where is that girl when you really need her...~

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Date Posted: 17:15:04 11/09/03 Sun
In reply to: Kevin Baker 's message, "*A older teen/youngish adult walks about, looking a tad lost.*" on 16:42:52 11/09/03 Sun

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*Kevin's ears perk up as he hears the meow. He walks over, feeling pity for the cat in the tree. Where is its owner? he finds himself thinking. He walks up to the tree, attempts to dry off his hand, and reaches into the knothole to pet the cat. He'd always liked cats, but the trouble was they generally disliked him. As he reaches, he says in a calm voice.* Where's your owner, little cattington? You don't look like you belong out here... I guess I do belong out here; that's why I can't find a place to stay... Fate's telling me to stay outside, maybe... (NT) Kevin Baker 17:27:56 11/09/03 Sun