affame_le_geant_meeting_the_cat fyn gula beholding the three-legged cat, puppertwinkle, of course, was curious to find out what happened to cause such a misfortune as to lose an appendage, yet he was impressed by its relative ease of movement. it was not a new injury for the fur had covered it, but the little dog wasn't even sure if it knew pain, being it was animitronic. "my name is tripod, the siamese-hater and you may ask your questions." the white cat said, in italian. as you remember, puppertwinkle was comfortable with the language. "you look like you have a hundred." the cat went on, its yellow-green eyes never seemed to make contact with puppertwinkle's. they settled a little off center. his voice sounded computer generated, which it was, coming from some tech-ass company with its elusive model name and number. although his voice did not lack emotion, it seemed to place the accentuation in the wrong places. puppertwinkle smirked. the cat was cool, no doubt, but it was a little too much like one of those rabbits in the mall when you ride the santa train. he was a little surprised that the cat spoke without having the rubber ring pulled and so its function now puzzled him. but there were too many other things he wanted to know first. first of all, he thanked it for saving his life. "don't thank me," it said, looking past him. "i'm being run remote control." 021030 ... meow is this going anywhere? 021030 what's it to you? who go blather from