( With the cat in the carrier, and the carrier now set on the table, Shealtiel moves to crouch slightly in front of it, peering in at the bakeneko. It hisses back at him, trying to reach its little paw through the door to undo the lock. But bakeneko don't have thumbs.
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( With the cat in the carrier, and the carrier now set on the table, Shealtiel moves to crouch slightly in front of it, peering in at the bakeneko. It hisses back at him, trying to reach its little paw through the door to undo the lock. But bakeneko don't have thumbs.
It's kind of sad? )
This is kind of jail on its own, isn't it?