Josh



For the briefest of moments Josh felt a tug of guilt at his laughter and the vaguest sense that maybe he should do something, but really...what was there to do? And so, instead of attempting to listen to the voice of reason and smarts, he instead made things worse.

"Ah, c'mon, More! It was just some scraggly, half starved kitten. Poor Rocky will need more food before the end of the day. Maybe," he was up on his feet now, backing towards the door, "we should go see if we can't find Greasyhead's siblings. Make sure poor Rocky gets his fill, yeah?"

He knew, as the last of the words poured from his mouth that he'd really and truly made a mistake. And a big one. But, then this was Morela! How angry could she really be?

"'Sides that, I'm starving myself. Rocky's right. Enough waiting. Food?" he asked, his hand on the doorknob as that Portueguese temper could be visibly seen to rise. Then, with a large grin, he turned the handle. "Maybe Rocky wouldn't mind a bit of mash to chase down the main meal."

And he was out of the door.