Benedict has never quite managed to articulate the fact that cats are...well, Cats. A society unto themselves, and not just in the way that people seem to anthropomorphize animals in this place. A real, honest-to-goodness society with culture and rules and strict codes of conduct that must be properly adhered to.
He can only speak a few words of Cat — Bridget would be far more useful in that arena, and Rowl too — but either he is pronouncing things incorrectly, or Miss Hoppity does not speak the dialect he knows, since they have not truly been able to communicate.
It had been surprising, at first, but he has grown very fond of the little beast in their time together. He has a feeling Rowl would be horrified if he ever saw the spectacle they two made together.
"I'll deal with them after I have changed," he declares, then runs a hand through his hair and turns to look hopefully at her. "And maybe after you help me with my hair?" It's far too long in this state for him to deal with. It will need to be cut, and his beard too.
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He can only speak a few words of Cat — Bridget would be far more useful in that arena, and Rowl too — but either he is pronouncing things incorrectly, or Miss Hoppity does not speak the dialect he knows, since they have not truly been able to communicate.
It had been surprising, at first, but he has grown very fond of the little beast in their time together. He has a feeling Rowl would be horrified if he ever saw the spectacle they two made together.
"I'll deal with them after I have changed," he declares, then runs a hand through his hair and turns to look hopefully at her. "And maybe after you help me with my hair?" It's far too long in this state for him to deal with. It will need to be cut, and his beard too.