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Super Spaz
Dylan nodded, "His name is Artie. He is 9 months old. I got him for Christmas." He smiled. "Do you have any pets? Artie would like to meet them." He saw her bag shake violently. He hoped she had a pet in there. He hoped it was a crazy kneazle or something.
Rachel smiled as she looked down at the crup. He was indeed cute - but, even after growing up, she still thought Clouds was the ULTIMATE cute pet.
"Do YOU have a name, owner of Artie the cute Crup?" she asked as she began unzipping the bag. For the amount of shaking that Cloudy was doing, people will think he's some sort of Tasmanian Devil but really, he's just a VERY fat, EXTREMELY bored cat.
"Erm, yeah, he's in here but before I bring him out... How does Artie fare when it comes to cats?"she asked worriedly, hoping REALLY hard that he wasn't one of those feisty crups who enjoyed chasing and biting innocent cats. Because while Cloudy was an AWESOME cat, he couldn't really run anywhere. . . Hmm.