#but ooooof.. he's so worried abt cookie

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Oscar: I found someone, and it’s not the grotter behind me; check out what’s in my hood! Matilda: Rude. Courtney: [squees] You found a kitty?! Are we keeping it?

Oscar: Hell yeah! He ain’t chipped or anything; I spotted him hanging out in a bunch of trash. Courtney: Awh, as if you managed to find a ginger one. Oscar: [laughs] I know! I’m gonna find Socks, I wanna see what she does…

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Oscar: Ohh, who’s this? [low growl] Oscar: Uh-huh, uh-huh.. this is your house; but look how cute he is. Oscar: [laughs] There’s no hood back there, scaredy puss.

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Matilda: I doubt we’re gonna get much out of him now, he’s in crazy cat man mode. Courtney: True. Matilda: Sorry for taking the piss, by the way; I should’ve stuck with congratulations or something.

Courtney: Thanks. Matilda: Listen, I-… Courtney: I know you know; you don’t have to tiptoe around me. I’m fine.

Matilda: You must be bored though, stuck here day after day… If you ever wanted get outta the house for a bit, we could? My schedule’s hardly packed, and I already know everything so it’s not like you’d have to pretend around me, y’know? Courtney: Uhm.. yeah, maybe.

Matilda: I thought I’d offer at least. Courtney: Thanks, I’ll think about it. Matilda: Uh-huh, well.. I’ll leave you to freak out over the fluffball. Oscar has my number; if you want it.

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Courtney: Did you put her up to that? Oscar: It was her idea, believe it or not. Courtney: Hm.

Oscar: You’re no homebody, Cookie; it worries me how you’re locking yourself away in here… Besides, you’d be doing her a favour too. She wouldn’t admit to being lonely, but she is. Courtney: [sighs] I told her I’d think about it.

Oscar: I know she can be a bit of a twat; I’d pretty much wiped my hands of her to be honest. She’s really trying though, and she wants to help me by helping you. I think it’s the nicest thing she’s ever done. Courtney: I guess I’ll call her sometime.

Oscar: Maybe it’ll be easier, hanging out with someone you’re not all that close to. Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: I won’t bug you, just keep it in mind… C’mon, let’s think of a name for this lil’ guy.

Courtney: If he had more stripes, we could’ve called him Tony. Oscar: [laughs] Funny, but he doesn’t look like a Tony. Courtney: What about Toulouse? I used to love that film; he was my favourite.

Oscar: Always had a thing for the gingers, eh? Courtney: Clearly… He can be Lou for short, Louse when he’s being an asshole. Oscar: Hah, I guess it’s best we get the shitty nicknames out on the cat first.