I would 100% die. I would for sure go “pspsps where’s my big boy?! Let.me.see this chin!!” and “Who’s the handsomest boi!!?? you are!”
“Khajiit has wares, if you have coin”
That’s kittens for you
When my uncle was growing up in Alaska, the guy who owned the big General Store in town had a pet bobcat.
From what my uncle said, the guy was a mountain of a man, so at first you’d see him across the store holding the bobcat and petting it, and be like, ‘oh, normal guy with a cat.’ And then you’d get closer and be like ‘Oh… that’s a bobcat.’
When not demanding pets, the bobcat would spend his time going from exposed rafter to exposed rafter, monitoring his domain.
I’d be like “I think I have some jerky here somewhere…”
Problem is, even with happy domesticated cats, you can’t trust them.
Cats do that when they are overstimulated usually. They’re lovebites that’s why the other cat doesn’t even react
