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Tabby looks confusedly at the kitties.
... Mister Bristles, I'm scared.
She hugs her broom.
Amos looks up at her at this.
Mr.... Bristles? The broom...?
Yeah, um... ne....
Happy Christmas!
the ash grey cat backs off then takes off at full tilt, in mortal fear of Mr. Bristles.