The cat's alright. [Is the response. She's bleary-eyed, tired, oddly removed from this surreal situation. Her hand instinctively lifts up to find the pin hidden in her ribbon, and then she remembers they'd taken that.
At least they hadn't cut her hair.] Yeah, I'll get you out. [...She scowls.] If you stop all that yelling. It's annoying.
[She won't need her pin after all. The latch is easy to open when you have opposable thumbs and all, and the little door to the cage opens without her having to force it.]
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At least they hadn't cut her hair.] Yeah, I'll get you out. [...She scowls.] If you stop all that yelling. It's annoying.
[She won't need her pin after all. The latch is easy to open when you have opposable thumbs and all, and the little door to the cage opens without her having to force it.]