{C-2}
“Kittens usually choose you,” the pet shop owner says from behind you. “Would you like to go in and play with them?”
“Of course,” you say, trying not to sound startled.
The pet shop owner taps a button on the wall, and the elaborate space hatch opens with a strange hissing sound. Soon, you find yourself in a bright white room, surrounded by hundreds of cats and kittens. Some of the cats lounge about languidly, looking disinterested, but most of the kittens tumble and play at your feet.
“I told you they choose you,” the pet shop owner laughs as every kitten runs away from you whenever you attempt to pick it up. All attempts to keep the kittens herded together fail.
“Good luck,” you hear the pet shop owner say, and you turn around just in time to see him disappear as the spaceship hatch hisses shut behind him. Looking down at your feet, you notice that all of the kittens have scattered to the far edges of the chamber except one. It is a little white kitten with black markings, and a stubby little tail sticking up like a plume.
“There is something strange about that man,” the kitten says. “Don’t you agree?”
“That was the first time I saw him so… what? You can talk?” you ask. “He can’t be any stranger than a talking cat.”
“Stay calm,” the kitten says. “We don’t have much time before he comes back. I have a plan and I want to know if you’re in or not.”
“Plan? What plan?” you ask. “You just met me, and you want me to join you in a plan? That is pretty forward, Neeko-chan,” you say trying to read the name on his collar.
“That’s Neko-chan,’ the kitten says. “But listen. The pet shop owner keeps taking animals out of their enclosures and they never come back. I am desperate, so I’m asking if you are in or not.”
You say:
“I’m in. What’s the plan?”{C-3-B}
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