Finnick trotted along the cobbled streets with a smug smile as an absolute apocalypse of cats strutted at his heels.
"Come along, my kittens!" Finnick encouraged, as several of the cats grimaced, sore from the eight-inch killer heels Finnick had forced upon their furry paws.
A curly little heshe paused in front of Finnick, its green eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing to these cats?"
Finnick gave a maniacal laugh. He did not respond; instead he pointed to his own pink crop top bearing the legend, "Finnick's Felines."
The sheman sneered. "You and your shenanigans, Odair. Now you're being a Mummy for poor, abandoned cats?"
Then Finnick snapped his neck.
