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Created on 2011-12-23 20:00:58 (#1230433), last updated 2011-12-24 (703 weeks ago)
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| Name: | the cat |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | Mar 17 |
“Cats don’t talk at home.”
“No?” said the cat.
“No,” said Coraline.
The cat leapt smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline’s feet. It stared up at her. “Well, you’re the expert on these things,” said the cat, dryly. “After all, what would I know? I’m only a cat.” It began to walk away, head and tail held high and proud.
“Oh, come back,” said Coraline. “Please, I’m sorry, I really am.”
The cat stopped walking, and sat down, and began to wash itself thoughtfully, apparently unaware of Coraline’s existence.
“We... we could be friends, you know,” said Coraline.
“We could be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing elephants,” said the cat. “But we’re not. At least,” it said, cattily, after darting a brief look at Coraline, “I’m not.”
Coraline sighed. “Please, what’s your name?” Coraline asked the cat. “Look, I’m Coraline, okay?”
The cat yawned, slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. “Cats don’t have names,” it said.
“No?” said Coraline.
“No,” said the cat. “Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.”
- From Chapter 4 of Coraline, by Neil Gaiman
The cat--or, at least, this cat--is from Coraline, and is the property of Neil Gaiman, HarperCollins, Henry Selick, and Laika Films, not necessarily in that order. He appears here solely for the purposes of roleplay, from which no profit whatsoever is being made.
“No?” said the cat.
“No,” said Coraline.
The cat leapt smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline’s feet. It stared up at her. “Well, you’re the expert on these things,” said the cat, dryly. “After all, what would I know? I’m only a cat.” It began to walk away, head and tail held high and proud.
“Oh, come back,” said Coraline. “Please, I’m sorry, I really am.”
The cat stopped walking, and sat down, and began to wash itself thoughtfully, apparently unaware of Coraline’s existence.
“We... we could be friends, you know,” said Coraline.
“We could be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing elephants,” said the cat. “But we’re not. At least,” it said, cattily, after darting a brief look at Coraline, “I’m not.”
Coraline sighed. “Please, what’s your name?” Coraline asked the cat. “Look, I’m Coraline, okay?”
The cat yawned, slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. “Cats don’t have names,” it said.
“No?” said Coraline.
“No,” said the cat. “Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.”
- From Chapter 4 of Coraline, by Neil Gaiman
The cat--or, at least, this cat--is from Coraline, and is the property of Neil Gaiman, HarperCollins, Henry Selick, and Laika Films, not necessarily in that order. He appears here solely for the purposes of roleplay, from which no profit whatsoever is being made.
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