“Oh, its alright! I think he’s cute enough to get away with that sorta thing!”

She gave the cat slime’s cheek a lil scritchy scratch, then gave his head a small pat before taking her hand back.

“You said he wanted an autograph, right? I’d be more than happy to give him one!”

Cat Slime trilled happily as he was scratched, happily rubbing his cheek on Minnie’s hand.

“I mean, I guess,” the Repairman admitted, continuing to stroke his pet’s head once Minnie’s hand wasn’t there. “I just…don’t want anything to happen to him because of stuff like this…“

Cat Slime, meanwhile, gasped in elation as Minnie offered her autograph. Quickly, he flipped his notepad, holding it in his mouth. He extended an ear to hand the pen over.

“…For now, though, yeah, it’s probably fine,” the Repairman conceded.

Weekly Promotion

[[This week’s promo goes out to @pxlkadothearts!

What can be said of the ever patient, ever sweet, ever fun Minnie Mouse? Well, I can say that this version has a pretty nice mun (who also plays as one of Oswald’s children at @luckydoubleseven and Felix the Cat at @bagof-tricks).

This is a pretty recent one, so go see Minnie in action! See if you can push her buttons, if you like! Just be careful, and remember what they say about the nice ones…))

A small, grey, cat-shaped slime began bounding towards the mouse from the other side of the room, carrying a pen and notepad and squeaking enthusiastically. An inkblot was in hot pursuit, calling things like “No, no, Cat Slime, that’s Minnie Mouse, she’s probably VERY busy…”

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Minnie was tending to her lovely garden when the squeaking caught her attention. She turned just in time for the cat to jump into her arms.

“Oh! Hello there!”

She gave the slimy cat a gentle pat and turned to the inkblot, holding up the little creature in her arms.

“Is this little fella yours?”

Cat Slime softly smiled as he was patted. He couldn’t believe he was being pet by one of the biggest names in the Disney part of Toontown!

The Repairman, meanwhile, stopped to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” he finally said, gratefully taking his pet back, “he is.”

He smiled sheepishly at Minnie.

“Sorry ‘bout that. He thinks he can just run to anyone and ask for an autograph…”