Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Issa's tail flicked as she stared up at the top shelves, where a group of sparrows had gathered for a botany class. Issa, who had no interest in botany, was staring at them, letting out noises, while the birds just ignored her. Eventually one of the birds told the others:

"Just ignore the cat, she'll get bored as soon as someone gives her smelly food from a can."

"Fuck you! You, stupid, flapping... food!"

Seivarden raised an eyebrow. The cat must be really angry, because she hadn't been swearing a lot during the past few days.

Then Issa leapt on to one of the lower shelves, knocking a few pots to the floor, clearly aiming to climb up to the birds, but Seivarden grabbed her before she got any further.

"What are you doing?!"

This was how Issa ended up in the storage room, which meant Seivarden had to endure both scratching at the door, and long accusations and letting her know how terribly Issa was suffering.

Things had to be back to normal soon, didn't they?

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