[center][h1][b][i][color=darkorchid]James Tanner[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[sub][i]Location: Walking around town
Interacting with: Lydia Weaver [@BlueSky44][/i][/sub]
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As James expected, the clinic didn't take kindly to non-service animals inside the place. Hell, he'd had to leave Allie locked up in his truck after he got mauled, only managing to bribe a nurse to feed and water her while he was laid up in bed getting stitches. After offering to hold the kitten while Lydia got her leg sorted out, James perched outside on a rail, Allie tied up nearby and the kitten wandering about on his lap, his hand ready to catch it, just in case he slipped and the kitten fell. It certainly seemed calmer now that Allie was further away - the presence of the other cat likely hadn't done it's nerves much good either.

Absent-mindedly scratching behind the kitten's ear, James wondered how much long Lydia would take. He doubted she needed stitches for a wound so minor, and he was itching to get to this mysterious address.