A shriek echoed through Warehouse 6 of the Kukai Foundation's 27th district.
"Francois! My little darling! What did you barbarians do to my precious kitty-cat?!"
Those barbarians present turned to look. Their leader, King, stood in the center of the floor, eyes fixed on a brown and white cat. He bent down and picked Francois up, then glared at everyone in range. "What have you done to my sweetheart's beautiful claws?"
There were a number of chuckles. Someone had painted Francois's claws a lurid pink.
"What were you thinking? This is wrong! You should know my baby is an autumn!"