[ Power glances up from her table with a guilty start. She's absolutely surrounded by cats, they're perched on her shoulders, curled up on her lap, lying on her head, and sprawled across the table. More importantly, her sleeve is absolutely soaked in strawberry milkshake, and the glass is conspicuously rolling across the floor.
She points at the tuxedo cat flopped on her head. He's lying right between her horns, just blissed out of his kitty mind. ]
sticky paws!
She points at the tuxedo cat flopped on her head. He's lying right between her horns, just blissed out of his kitty mind. ]
... He did it.