[Susan's feelings about cats are... complicated, of late. She can't quite shake the memory of the witch's cat, of forked tails and extra legs and milky grey-green eyes that see too much. It's rather soured her on cats in general, if she's honest.]
[But that's not the fault of this kitten, who looks like an entirely normal, threaded cat to Susan's eyes, and she can't deny it's nice to see something down here that isn't trying to talk to her or fight her. Something simple, something of the outside.]
[She leans forwards, holding one hand out through the bars, and clicks her tongue encouragingly.]
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[But that's not the fault of this kitten, who looks like an entirely normal, threaded cat to Susan's eyes, and she can't deny it's nice to see something down here that isn't trying to talk to her or fight her. Something simple, something of the outside.]
[She leans forwards, holding one hand out through the bars, and clicks her tongue encouragingly.]
Here, puss. Here. There's a sweet thing.
What's 'ee doing down here?