huh

[sabine]

The black cat has decided that the curio cabinet is suddenly worthy of worship. He meows his questions to the oracle therein, then meditates upon the answer. After a period of contemplation, he continues with the rest of his agenda - I believe he's currently at Nap Twenty-four or Psychotic Pacing Seventeen.



...and now he's arguing with the prophetic spirit of the cabinet. I think he's mad that the sandwich he tried to steal from dinner was secretly laced with horseradish and wants a refund on his prayers.