Tamara bounced around Turk. "Yay, visit! Who are we going to visit?" she asked, cheerful and bouncy, while trying to sneak a peek at the visitation notice.<br/><br/>Then she looked as a cage was brought in, with a small mouseboy on it. The striped feline tilted her head and mrowled, her stomach growling some as the sight of the mousey boy awoke her hunger. She looked at Turk with pleading emerald eyes, silently asking if she could eat the mouse boy. He looked so delicious and all...