Yes, sir. I know it is, that's why I said it, was the reply that was ultimately bitten back. Instead of saying anything, Nem watched the progress of the treat through the air and onto the ground, and then looked at the kneazle again.

The kneazle in question was young, and was unsure about this creature, but the uncertainty was mostly born from the fact that his fellow felines had not roamed this way yet. Maybe he had a slight instinctive nagging doubt as well, but who could be sure?

It certainly wasn't a nagging enough doubt to stop him from closing down those last few paces to snatch up the treat, however. Omnomnom.

Nem glanced across as Blaze got to her feet and headed off. Luck? Not a real thing, but the sentiment was understood. "You too, Claudine." It was at that point that they noticed the fox over by the way, and an arctic one at that, which obviously had no business being here. Giving a fairly obvious eye roll, Nem turned back to the kneazle.

It had polished off that treat in seconds, and was now looking expectantly at Nem for more. That worked out just fine. Shoutout to Williamson for laying the groundwork for bribery.

"C'mon," they said, and scooped the fluffy grey kneazle up into their arms, stopping by the spilled cat paraphernalia to collect something before heading towards the obstacle course.

Wait.

Hold on.

Wait.

Wait.

The kneazle stiffened, unsure what to make of this. Did something about this just feel strange, or was the blackbird he'd scarfed down for breakfast this morning just repeating on him? No... maybe something really was-...

Hold that thought; were those more treats?

PURRRRRRRRRRR.