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'Why shouldn't I be adored', she thought to herself. A beautiful creature such as herself deserved that at the very least. Before she realized, her body began crawling towards the Doctor, wide furred hips rolling and swaying with the motion of her tail as she approached.
Wildenstein wasn't sure what was about to happen next. He wasn't even sure if it was fear or curiosity that kept him rooted to the spot, but either way he felt himself grow solid.
He desperately wanted to reassure her that she was in fact a 'Good Kitty' but in this knife edge of a moment, he could barely make a sound.