Switcher glared, trying to snatch the paper again only for her to knock his foreleg away. “Blasphemy! Stay your tongue, unbeliever!” Another grab was made, except this time the foreleg was intercepted by Mr Growls himself. Switcher stared at the hand around his foreleg with awe, Mr Growls letting go when he sat back down. “He… he touched me. He blessed me with his touch!” 