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[The baseball field. A rather mundane sight for many NV network entries. This time, however, the camera seems rather adamantly set on the ground somewhere out around the pitcher's mound. Some brushing and nudging noises against the microphone seem to indicate someone try to move it, but they aren't having much success.

A small black cat with a red bandana tied around his neck appears in the frame. He, it seems, is the one so busily messing with the bulky NV. With an annoying yowl he sits down in the dirt.

Then he speaks. His mouth doesn't move but the sound of a voice is unmistakeable. And furthermore, the voice will sound quite familiar to many people. After all, it once was only a voice, no body, no form, no nothing.]

Well. Never mind then.

[Now he looks up into the camera.]

Hello Siren's Port. It's me, Sissel.

I, uh... figured a few things out while I was gone.

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Huh? Two of us?

[He blinks curiously.]

Another cat?

That's right. And I happen t' be the Top Cat in this city. Just 'cause you can talk human talk too don't mean nothin'.

[Delusional: Population Meowth.]

Top Cat? I know a Top Pomeranian, but I don't remember hearing about a vote for Top Cat.

That's 'cause they didn't need a vote. I clawed my way to th' top o' the heap on my own terms, pal. And no one else is gonna muscle in my territory.

Hey, I never said I was interested in your territory.

[BUT CLEARLY YOU HAVE TO BE.

YOU'RE A CAT.

THAT TALKS.

HE IS NO LONGER THE ONLY ONE IN TOWN.

SIDE. EYE.]

You sure about that?

Have I done anything to make you think so?

Two talkin' cats existin' in the same space seems like it'd end badly, don'tcha think? But maybe I got it all wrong and we can co-exist without havin' to fight.

[...Yeah, I'm sorry that

he exists.]

...So long as youse stay away from Mary Winchester. You got that?

I don't see why. It's not as though we've moved into the same house and started taking each others' sleeping spots.

Who's Mary Winchester?

She's one one o' my human compatriots and happens to be the owner o' the house with my sleepin' spots in it.

Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Right now I'm staying with a man named Anders, and I'll probably find my very own sleeping spots.

Maybe even sunny ones.

[Wistfully] Th' best kind there is, especially for a cat that's only known the cold spots in life.

[Okay, he's decided he can like you now.] Heh. Maybe you ain't so bad after all. You got good taste, anyway.

I know how it feels to be in a cold spot. The sunny ones are much, much better.

And Mary's like my own little place in the sun. [Oh wait, he's... dating someone isn't he?

(No he's not.)] Her and my precious Kyubey, anyway. I got a swell set-up in this town.