Herding Cats

[a_louse]

[Roger enters his temporary office in Alhambra. What follows, he didn't expect. The place is a ravaged mess, with half the stuff on the floor and many pieces of furniture knocked over. The perpetrators are around too; cats of Fl. Cl., a few of them running around chasing a ball, one sleeping on the desk, and another sitting in the middle of the mess and pretending nothing is going on.]

...


What do you think you're doing?!

Comments

[a_louse]

[Roger looks at the remains in his hand, then chucks them into the bin.]

Nothing that cannot be fixed. Or replaced.

[star_of_sad]

Not the most important thing cats broke in the history of cats breaking things, then. I think.

I wonder where are they off to now?

[a_louse]

You'd have to ask Socrates for that. But cats are cats. As long as they stay away from offices of busy people, I doubt they'll have much difficulty being accepted by human society.

[star_of_sad]

Ah, no, no. I appreciate you being thoughtful of their future, but I mean...

Where did the herd that chased after the ball go?

They're not under the door. I'd be able to hear them.

[a_louse]

Same answer. Only their leader would manage to give a bit of discipline to that mob.

Either that, or they went straight to the kitchen.

[star_of_sad]

I do not envy the chefs at the moment...

[Yet Setsuko is amused at the thought, regardless.]