“I get the picture Cat, and I can 
certainly understand. If you say some- 
thing, you’re dead, and if I say some- 
thing, not only do I get fired, but    
you’re still dead. It’s frustrating.”  
     “Don't I know it,” AmyStrange     
said, “but I’ll be out soon, so it     
don’t matter.”                         
     “But, what about all those mice   
that Frankie gets to torture after you 
leave? The people here need to know    
about that.”                           
     “I don’t know,” she said, but I   
could still see a worried look on her  
face. “As soon as I get out, we’ll send
them something anonymous.”             
     “That won’t work. That’ll lead    
them right to our door, and that’ll    
just put you back here.”               
     “I’ll get my Cat buddies to do it.
* They’re pretty resourceful.” she said    
thoughtfully.                          
     “That might work,” I said, but    
didn’t know if it really would.        
     We sat there for a few seconds in 
silence. I don’t know what the Cat was 
thinking, but I was thinking about all 
those tortured mice.                   
     “The computers were a breeze to   
figure out,” the Cat said slowly,      
finally breaking the silence, “but     
learning to type was no easy task, let 
me tell ya,” she said, with what can   
only be described as Cat pride.        
     She was sitting on the edge of the
desk, like a God, surveying all her    
sniveling subjects, like all cats tend 
to do, but this one could talk.        
     “How’d you figure the door out?” I
asked.                                 



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