|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
The cat (kitty) was no longer interested with bantor from the titmouse. What for? The titmouse never wanted to talk, anyway.
Even though the titmouse tried to... well...the kitty wasn't certain of the titmouse's motives. That's WHY his ass was dragged out of his home and tied to the chair.
So... Kitty was just... done.
"Titmouse... I realize that I come across as nutter-butter to you... I just don't understand why your body language and lack of response clearly tells me you want me to leave you alone... so I try and leave you alone... and then you convince me to try and talk to you, again. If you try anything, you're dead. Now leave!"
The kitty slices the ropes with her knife (she was declawed in the front).
"It's not like I'll have to wonder about you... I've moved my operations. Should I see you in my new location... If I question you and you do this crap, again... I'll just introduce you to my titmouse... the big, strong, soldier titmouse!"
The titmouse walks away. There isn't much to this walk. The posture is lower.
Kitty walks away... feeling mean. She only ever wanted to help the spazzy little titmouse by giving him courage and shit and being his buddy :(