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Sliding down tables? Merle hadn't tried it, didn't want to try it. There was no point in jumping onto something (that he couldn't see) and skidding down it, possibly risking injuries and a fall. Table sliding was dangerous. He was sure it could kill.
Like his friend (they were friends now, weren't they?), The kitten found that his mind was wandering onto other subjects. More specifically, his mother. He wondered where she was. Surely Mourning Dove had to be around somewhere. Or perhaps he just didn't recognise her. Oh, well. The femme would turn up soon enough. It wasn't like she would abandon him… right?
He snapped out of his worrying at her voice that probably sounded a lot different to the ears than to his mind. He thought it was sad that Libby hadn't any multiple possessions; what would she do if she ever got injured in someway from sliding down a table ? It was certainly useful to him, although it had been terrifying at first (and still was, in a way).
“i think I'd like telepathy," He said to her voice. “i could talk to people in this body other than those with the power. I have two sisters, but I don't know their names."
If only he did know their names. Then maybe he could visit them, should they be active enough.
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