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Q circled Meerkat with the enthusiasm of a starved shark who had just found some food. Bad comparison because she didn't think Kat was food at all, she was just that excited. Once her butt was sniffed, Q jumped at the others to do the same. When her mother moved, she was distracted for a second—and then her eyes found another outside, and Q again remembered the forbidden fruit she wanted. 

Dangled just there. 

Not Towma, but Outside. 

She invited Kat along with a, aHhfawhaw ajngjanga ,ang a, a clear and coherent a babies gotta do what a babies gotta do while proverbially wrestling a screwdriver out of her diaper, a veritable Tommy Pickles. Ahfjafja mna aiwra, come on let's go fellow baby, before making another poor escape attempt.