[center][h3]Nino The 'Kitty'[/h3][/center]
[@Yomojo][@Afro Samurai]
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	The hair on Nino's back stood on end when Lucille's voice called his name. [i]'She saw me?'[/i] he thought, screeching to a halt as she spun around and addressed him. His front claws extended into the path and he froze in place, deciding whether or not to acknowledge her in the crowd. He decided against it at first, but sat down in front of her, and nodded, closing his eyes kindly. "Mmyaa," he mewled, refusing to talk while surrounded by so many curious people. It projected an air of contentment, though. It was clear his day was going well, albeit uneventful. The life of a cat wasn't all that complicated, after all. Nino looked up at Tetu curiously, waiting for the man to look his way. Up close, he seemed like even more of an alien. What was that nonsensical garb he was wearing? It made Nino's ears flap excitedly. The scents that clung to him however, were detestable. The cat's muzzle trembled as they reached the roof of his mouth. Disgusting! Where was he from? He looked back to Lucille, and then darted his eyes towards Tetu, as if to question his origins.