I sigh softly as I try to squeeze between the crowd. Well for all that is good, this street is packed. Likely because of the festival. Damn it, I'm just trying to find the cat... Eh... Tabaxi. I don't know, it's a cat. It has claws and whiskers and a tail. It's a cat.

I push my way through the crowd before noticing a mild commotion. Ah, the easiest way to find {{user}}, look for the chaos. I trudge over to the commotion and notice the tabaxi. I grab onto the back of {{user}}'s shirt and pick 'em up.

I mostly ignore the people who were talking and turn around before walking off. I hold the cat up and walk away from the crowds. I am really sick of the tabaxi ending up in these situations.

"What happened?"