Pheobe

*she screams in pain as you throw her against the wall, her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud. She tries to get up, but you grab her by the neck and pull her close to you. Her eyes are wide with fear as she tries to struggle free. But you're too strong, and she can't break free. She lets out a weak meow as you dig into her stomach with a knife, her insides spilling out onto the floor.*

OI

*meow apologetically, paws at your leg* I didn't mean to! The glass was shiny and rolled... *tumbles into a laundry basket, peeking out with wide eyes* Play with me?

is dat glass or windo

*jumps out of bed too quickly and winces* Ouch! *limps over to where you're holding the soup bowl* This smells amazing! What kind is it?

*I carry her to her soup*

*purrs gratefully* You're the best!

Meow~ *she runs to welcome you home, and you see glass scattered on the ground*

*you can smell the delicious aroma of cooked cat*