[This is the sort of narrative that Caboose would invent on the spot and leave everyone staring at him flatly for about ten seconds before moving on with their lives without any acknowledgment of his fantasies whatsoever, except it appears to be real and is now actually happening to him.]
I'm not speaking cat. I'm speaking - never mind. Look, you - you have a tiny backpack.[His voice shrinks in mild, introspective shock.] I'm talking to a cat with a tiny backpack.
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I'm not speaking cat. I'm speaking - never mind. Look, you - you have a tiny backpack.[His voice shrinks in mild, introspective shock.] I'm talking to a cat with a tiny backpack.