Katlin looked at Vernon for a moment, eyeing the food he offered her. She whined quietly to herself, sure she wouldn't be able to eat it. It wasn't alive....but he'd ripped it into very small peices. Small enough one could eat it without chewing.<br/>Normally, she would have refused. But.... she liked him. She didn't want to refuse him after he took the time to get it for her, possably hurting his feelings.<br/>She formed the words, 'thank you' before taking the food from him. She took a peice and put it to her....well, she wasn't sure if it counted as a mouth anymore.... and swollowed it. She shuddered a little, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd had solid food. It was strange. She ate another, and another. It was slow, but possable. She wondered what was going to happen, if her stomich could deal with the solid food. It seemed good so far....<br/>When she was done, she walked over to Vernon and huged him, purring a little, then went back to her little spot. The rain had calmed a lot, to the point of only sprinkling. She hoped the storm was over, as opposed to simply calming only to start up again.