Kildeer Rest the more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap.

The beast had a nimble body but she, a bludgeon, could not be evaded in that moment. When he went down so too did she — although her own fall was brief, for Eevee landed squarely upon her pre-flattened face with a squish and rebounded like it was nothing. Were this a cartoon though, she would have a swarm of bees dancing about her head as she adjusted.

Longshanks! She named him boastfully, as if proud to have remembered. This was Eevee we were talking about - so yeah, it kind of was.

Did you bring snacks? Was the next thing to pass her lips; she did not leave room for a response as she skittered and wobbled about his fawn-limbs though, examining him up and down and all around, as if somehow he had transported something from the man's world with him in the escape. Kibbles? Bones? Jerky maybe? Or that awfully exotic wet stuff that cat-kind dine on? Mm! In a way she was like a bee herself, zipping about. Eager to gather whatever she could to fill that tiny belly of her's. Honestly — she snorted like a pig, — did not bring even a crumb didja.