[Never in a million years, Pumpkin. The chef will find you soon enough. ...she may be thinking selfishly that if she happens to be on hand at the time he might cook her some fish. >_> She utters the smallest meow of greeting back, which doesn't look all that strange. People meow at cats all the time, don't they? And sits herself right down on the ground there and then so Pumpkin has a small child to climb onto if she so desires. Scritch, scritch, scritch.]
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