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>Perhaps the nice thing to do would be to try to >disentangle her german shepherd from Deacon's cat, and >now, the kneazle. At the moment, however, the sprawled >girl was more interested in listening to Tristan and >Irina's conversation. There was nothing that cheered >her up like hearing the unpleasant hag be told up, and >she doesn't bother to hide her interest or her >amusement. > >But when that dialouge had come to an obvious end, she >jumped up to restrain Berko with surprising alacrity. >She was unexpectedly agile, and it was almost odd to >see her move so quickly after she had been listless >for so long. > >The big dog, meanwhile, had been having an amazingly >good time trying to get the tabby into his mouth, and >hadn't been too bothered at being gnawed on by kneazle. > >"Behhko!" > >The canine's ears perked and he stopped his chase at >once, turning to his mistress and blinking candidly at >her. He even tried to lick the kneazle, just to show >he hadn't meant any harm. Benson sighed and shrugged >apologetically at Deacon, prefering not to use her >broken voice again. > >Now, to remove the persistent kneazle from her >doggie's ear. The girl frowned; she hated cats.

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