Whiskers touches the door. It feels like wood. He looks back. “Does it matter?”
A door appears. Whiskers walks toward it. Squeaks doesn’t move. ratty catty simulator
Then, the floor materializes: worn kitchen linoleum. Ceiling: too high. Walls: endless cabinets. A giant refrigerator hums like a sleeping monster. Whiskers touches the door
“Why would I help you? You’re a pest.” Squeaks: “Why would I help you ? You’re a monster with fur.” Whiskers: “Fluffy monster.” Squeaks: “...Fine. Truce until the fridge stops blinking.” swings on a charging cord
The Roomba locks on. Whiskers runs in tight circles. Squeaks scales a curtain, swings on a charging cord, and snatches the Fishbone mid-air.
