The sleeping cat was now staring at him with wide eyes, its fur standing all over.
"Bloody. Shit! Bloody. Shit! Bloody. Shit!"
It paced around the room, chanting the two words. It suddenly stopped, and its eyes glistened with anticipation.
"Finally! After waiting for hundreds of years! Finally!" a male voice bombarded Lorn's head.
Lorn could not interrupt the cat's moment of frenzy.
It suddenly darted towards Lorn. Its two front paws pressed on Lorn's chest and its eyes observed him with great intent.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Lorn."
"Lorn," the cat nodded, and it sat comfortably on the ground. "Good. Good."
"And yours?"
The question seemed to put the cat in a pickle. It looked down on the ground, pondering. It then looked past Lorn, to the corridor he just passed through.
"Crow! What's my name?" it shouted.
"Esther!" the receptionist cat replied.
