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[ For anyone on the eighth floor today, there's a peculiar sight. Room 811 (the one labeled 'Bruce Wayne') currently has a very small, very angry kitten hissing at its door. The cat's hair is standing up and the thing looks like it's going to attack the door any minute.
Instead of attacking, though, the cat goes for the door frame, digging its claws into it and trying to climb it. If one looks carefully, one can notice the stripped paint and splinters from where the kitten has done this before. He can make it up to doorknob level okay, but turning the doorknob... that's another story.
Luckily, it just so happens that this time the knob turns... the cat shoves against the door with all its might... and it turns out the door is locked.
The cat drops to the floor and lets out an annoyed sounding yowl. He could use some help, if anyone is willing to lend a hand. ]
Instead of attacking, though, the cat goes for the door frame, digging its claws into it and trying to climb it. If one looks carefully, one can notice the stripped paint and splinters from where the kitten has done this before. He can make it up to doorknob level okay, but turning the doorknob... that's another story.
Luckily, it just so happens that this time the knob turns... the cat shoves against the door with all its might... and it turns out the door is locked.
The cat drops to the floor and lets out an annoyed sounding yowl. He could use some help, if anyone is willing to lend a hand. ]