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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday afternoon

The kitty was still frolicking around the lobby as the staff set up afternoon tea. They felt that it was what Mary would have wanted if she wasn't currently a feline.

The menu was the same as previous weeks with one exception. By request, Gunther had added mini cheesecakes to the list of available pastries.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Join us for afternoon tea.

Free dessert if you can figure out how to change our manager back into her old self.

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Place your order or make a suggestion for coaxing out Mary's human side.

Stan, over the course of the handwavey conversation with Gunther, learned that the fuzzy orange cat he took with him to his office at the Clinic, and vented some concerns to, was... actually... one of those concerns.

Woe.

Stan drank a lot of tea. Gunther may have placed something not quite tea-like yet still distilled in Stan's blend because he needed it.

"Meow?"

Mary Kitty sat at Stan's feet and watched him worriedly.

"Mary? I'm sorry. I said things that you were not necessarily meant to hear." Such as comparing the respective charms of Mary and Millie. He sipped more (alcoholic) tea.

The kitty thought that what Stan said was rather sweet. Besides, she was happy that Stan wouldn't be completely lonely now that she was a kitten. She purred and rubbed her head against his ankle.

"Although you may have the advantage on adorableness," he said, leaning over to skritch. "And please don't tell me Millie's standing behind me to hear that."

Mary continued to purr. Being a kitten was such a nice, easy life. No worries, no cares, just lots of fish, milk, catnip and skitches. She hoped this lasted for a while.

Okay, adorable or not, Stan missed having a Mary that was more...talkative, albeit less likely to purr. It was a bit hard to have a conversation with someone whose breath smelled of tuna. And had a penchant for shedding. Cutely shedding, but still...there was easily enough fluff to make a clone of kitty!Mary.

Ah, that was the allure of being a kitten. No difficult conversations. No conversations at all, in fact, because of the short atten...

Wait, was Gunther walking away with her catnip toy? He couldn't do that! Mary rushed after him as fast her four legs would take her.

"Gah! Wait, kitty--"becuase he was not calling her Mary right now--"you're gonna hurt yourself."

He facepalmed.

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