Macavity spreads his paws, painting a bewilded look on his face. "Whenever did I say I was human? What in the seven basements gave you that idea? Oh, and you missed one thing in your little description. Humans don't have tails." He waves the long, red plume his own high. It's his only real vanity, in appearances. He sniffs the man - or rather, man shaped being, if he's not wrong, and he almost never is. "Also, I suspect you aren't human either, so I doubt you have a dog to swing in that direction."
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Date: 2006-08-12 07:13 am (UTC)He waves the long, red plume his own high. It's his only real vanity, in appearances. He sniffs the man - or rather, man shaped being, if he's not wrong, and he almost never is. "Also, I suspect you aren't human either, so I doubt you have a dog to swing in that direction."