Author's Note: The continuation of Guy's singing talents, and the product of being bored during holidays – I watch too many musicals.
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"I watched Cats in the weekend."
"Fascinating. Couldn't find any pigeons?" Mac glanced up at Guy as he drew the last suture tight.
"No, tosspot, the musical." He smiled bashfully at Caroline. "See how cultured I am? I'm expanding my musical boundaries."
"I can guess what else you'll be expanding if you sit in front of the TV all weekend."
"Mac!" Caroline frowned at him. "I think it's good for him to be exposed to these sorts of things. It makes him seem like a real person."
"Yeah, see, exactly – hey!" He crossed his arms. "I'm not going to tell you about it now."
"Damn. And we were so looking forward to hearing it."
"Well alright then, I'll tell you. There's no need to insist."
"We didn't –"
"Do you know what cat Mac would be, Caroline?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Macavity. That's Mac-avity."
Mac stopped what he was doing. "Now that you've had a bit of silly little fun, do you want to try playing the anaesthetist game? You know, the one where you do your job?"
"Oh fine." He fiddled with his machines. And then, very quietly…
"Macavity's a ginger cat...
He's very tall and thin...
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in…"