CAT-ASTROPHE
WOW: graze. Sam has reservations about Dean's new pet.
Disclaimer: I don't own him or his pet.
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"Dean, where did you get that thing?"
"If you mean Muffin, I got him at the local animal shelter."
"Muffin? More like Lucifer – that's Satan with fur."
"He's just a cat, Sam."
"He's a goddamn menace Dean."
"No, he's a mouser. We wanted a mouser, didn't we?"
"A 'mouser'? Dean, I saw him dragging a dead coyote back to the bunker yesterday. I didn't say anything about a 'coyote-er'."
"He's just … enthusiastic."
"Enthusi … he … Dean, how did you get all those scratches and grazes on your face?"
"Yeah, about that Sam. Just don't try to take the coyote carcass away from him."
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