hasn't seen her cat yet. She hasn't been particularly worried up until now that the weather is getting a bit worse; she didn't hear the _

phone at first, but eventually does answer. "Hello?"

wipes his face. "Hey, this is Heracles. I think I have your cat." It meows at him.

hears that; she's lounging in the living room sofa. "'S that so? Hungary did say.." She pauses. "He's behaving, I hope?"

glares at it. "No. He bit me." Which is a shock, considering how much cats love him.

holds back a snort. "Did he?" She hums softly, during a slight pause. "I'll have to go pick him up soon."

growls at him, but the cat just sits and stares at him. Damn thing. "Yes. He better have his shots, or he's gonna disappear." He's not in-

the best mood, waking up with a killer headache and stinging eyes.