Kat had the heel of his hooves ontop of his desk, not giving a pure fuck about it making a dent in the wood of his desk, some booze was to his left. Half full. Obviously he was drinking some of the strong alcohol. He heard a knock at his door, slightly pissed already due to the call he had with Tomcat earlier. Taking a heavy sigh, scented with pure alcohol.

“Come in.” He spoke deeply, crossing his arms. As he took his hooves off of his desks. Eyeing the door with a death look, maybe it’s best to leave him alone?, or don’t. That’s your choice, not mine.