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The tomcat turned as the stranger approached him, and he unsheathed his claws in irritation.
"I've been here for barely the tick of the sun and now it's swarming with little fleas," he grumbled. His gaze scrutinized the molly. Was she a flea? Too polite. Some large fowl, perhaps. Those large, feathered birds. All feathers, no fat. Though she scented like fish, and he despised fish… so an earthworm. Yes, the newcomer was a worm, he decided. Useless thing, but not too annoying. Just don't walk around in the rain—or do walk in the rain and squish their pathetic juicy bodies beneath his paws. They tasted alright. Better than fish, anyway, but not at all filling.
"What's with them, huh? This place was alright before they all came. Last time I checked, places only swarm when something big's 'bout to happen, but I haven't heard a thing."