[She is nearly to her target — his coat so that she could climb up to his shoulder, but she scrambles and sputters when he picks her up by the scruff, her legs kicking.]
Cidolfus! Put me down!
[Several very non-threatening shrieks of his name and demands that he let her go later and she hangs there looking like an angry cat with a very, very large head.]
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Cidolfus! Put me down!
[Several very non-threatening shrieks of his name and demands that he let her go later and she hangs there looking like an angry cat with a very, very large head.]
... Are you going to stuff me into your bosom?