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[Enter Cy, curled up on a familiar woolen scarf that may belong to a familiar lavender-haired personage of Saintly leanings. Said scarf has been bundled into a clumsy nest on the seat of a horrible armchair. Said armchair looks like it belongs in a museum, in a dump, or in a neglected flat with horrible seventies furnishings that, like the decade, have acquired a thin yet irremovable coating of dust.]

[She is surrounded by O-fuda tags. They are stuck to the chair, scattered on the ground, and in several cases tangled in Cy's own fur, along with bizarre looking wires that could have come from something alien.]

[Something alien and important, no less.]

[Kitty is tired. She has been exploring the changes in her little world. She likes them! Mostly. You need more cat-friendly toys in your apartment, Sam.]

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[She bats back.] Sharp toys have all the fun.