"Here's your bowl of milk."
"Meow, thank you!"
His Majesty takes a few laps at the bowl. The shield dome starts faltering. Isobel runs out.
"What, why? The bowl of milk! The bowl of milk! Where's the bowl of milk?!?!?"
Cat takes a few more laps, looks up. "Oooh, trouble's-a-coming! Byeeeeee!" and scurries into a bolt hole.
Last edited by Shadowbart; 06/11/25 06:53 PM.