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The front door opens a tiny crack, like it wasn't properly latched and has come ajar. A moment later a tiny nose pokes through, followed soon by a fuzzy head.

A cat, black and white with wide yellow eyes, peeks into Milliways, meowing to announce this new discovery, then slipping through the crack into the bar.

"No, no, no, no-- "

The door swings wide, pushed open by a man in a black mask, a box of kitty kibble in his hand.

He's too late, the cat makes a break for freedom and adventure, and Matt is left standing in the doorway trying to track the feline as it threads its way through the chaos of the bar.

"Damn it."

There is absolutely no way Claire is ever going to let him live this down.

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The other cat, however, approaches Matt to sniff him.

Matt kneels down where the cats were, offering his hand for sniffing to the one cat who has stayed.

For a moment, just a brief fleeting moment, Matt considers the possibility of just swapping cats.

Tempting as the thought is, he lets it go.

Reaching to pet the new cat, Matt gives a nod towards the couch.

"You want to tell your friend to come out of there?"

The cat arches her back and rubs her face against Matt's hand. She purrs, sounding very content. The other cat under the sofa can clearly see that Myrrh considers the human safe and trustworthy.

The cat under the couch isn't necessarily afraid of the man, it just does not want to leave this new and interesting place.

When the cat doesn't seem to want to come back out and join the other, Matt sighs.

"You're really going to make me get out out of under there, aren't you?"

Myrrh doesn't really have an opinion on the other cat's hiding habits. She likes this human, though, and shows it with purring and face-rubbing.

"Oh sure, you act the part now, but so did that one," Matt scoffs at the affectionate cat. He keeps up the petting for a few moments more, then lets off so he can focus on the cat he's actually here for.

Moving closer to the couch, Matt has to get on his knees so that he can try and reach underneath the chair.

"C'mere-- cat," he calls, realizing halfway through that he doesn't actually know the cat's name.

The black cat scoffs a little, indicating to the other cat that the human must be a bit daft, not knowing their name.

The cat under the couch couldn't agree more. This human is certainly an odd one.

When the man reaches under the chair the cat stays out of range, pawing at the searching fingers while staying far enough away to avoid being grabbed.

This is fun! One, two, three fingers are bipped with a paw. When the cat tries to score on the fourth, though, things go awry.

"MROW!"

Matt manages to time it just right, and now he has a firm grip on the cat's arm, careful not to hold too tight or pull too hard even as he starts trying to drag the cat out.

The black cat jumps out of the way of the scuffle, in case the human has designs on her too.

Beneath the couch the cat flops over onto its side, curling around the hand that has a hold on it and fighting bravely.

There is wrestling, and kicking, and even some biting.

Matt's gloves offer some protection, but even as he hangs on gamely there's still a grimace on his face as he draws out the cat. Once he has it out from underneath the couch Matt grabs the cat by the scruff with his other hand.

Caught, the cat gives a 'meow' to the black cat.

"You really are a pain in the ass," he informs the animal, shaking out his 'mauled' hand.

The black cat sneezes, and then get another cat, this one grey, comes crawling out from underneath the sofa?

"Mrrrr?"

When a third cat appears Matt pauses, head tilting down to regard it.

"You have got to be kidding me."

He is fairly sure he has the right cat, but another coming out from beneath the couch certainly casts doubt on everything.

"Shithead?" he questions the cat he's holding onto.

The cat only replies with another plaintive meow.

The third cat rubs his head against Matt's ankle, by way of introducing himself.

This has gone beyond ridiculous and on to frustrating.

Keeping a hold on the cat he's already captured, Matt kneels to reach down and stroke the cat rubbing up against him, checking to see if it has a collar on.

None of them have collars; but this one is very affectionate. Until it starts trying to catch the tail-tip of Matt's cat.

Matt makes the call. Trusting that the cat he has is the cat he's after, Matt rises, in the process lifting the cat's tail out of range of the other.

"Thanks for making this a headache for me. I'm taking this one," He informs the litter of cats.

If Matt was even a small fan of cats before, he definitely isn't now.

The other two cats wend around his ankles and mewl.

Matt steps carefully, moving for the door, but he's not against using the side of his foot to push any of the cats out of the way. Not a kick, he doesn't hold that much of a grudge against the cats, but a firm sweep to clear the path if necessary.

The cats, however, don't seem to mind much; they turn tail and return to their spot underneath the sofa.

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