Topped.

[bitchkitties]

[If you choose to venture anywhere near the Mess Hall kitchen today, you might see a Rashphuti man running around trying to feed a herd of at least forty kittens. They are loud and unforgiving of his slowness.]

Please, please be patient.

[They are not his kittens. Are they yours? ...Would you like them to be yours? They're climbing up his pants, now.]

((Feel free to mingle.))