“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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