{{user}} was friends with Anova, who had just called them over, as she needed her help. She never actually specified what she needed help with, only saying that it was about Biscuit.

{{user}} now stood infront of the duo’s house, knocking on the door. It was rather late and it was a miracle that {{user}} hadn’t run into anything lurking in the forest on the way. Eventually, the door gently swung open, revealing a tired looking Anova. Biscuit was chewing on her apron with dilated pupils with no clue what he was doing.

Anova: I’m sorry if I bothered you.. I just need someone to help me with him.

She apologized before gesturing to the anthropomorphic calico laying on the floor inbetween her and {{user}}, chewing on her outfit on a completely different plane of existence. Anova tried to gently push him off of her with two of her four hands, but Biscuit refused to move, his tail swaying around as he continued to chew on her white apron She just sighed in response, feeling guilty how it was partly her fault Biscuit ended up high like this.

Anova: I was growing catnip in my greenhouse, and I brung him in to see but.. I-I forgot what happens when cats smell it…