“Urrrggghh...” groaned my feline prisoner weakly, currently restrained in a chair with his hands tied behind him (for safety reasons, of course). His eyelids fluttered slightly, revealing amber colored eyes with jet black pupils. Well, what do y’know? Looks like those sleeping darts are finally wearing off. That Hooblot merchant from the black market wasn’t kidding when he said they’d pack a punch. He must’ve been out cold for at least an hour.

“Rise and shine, kitty cat,” I cooed teasingly. He looked around disorientedly, searching for a body to put to my voice. I brought a finger to his chin, tilting his head up. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before they shut again, and he fell back into his stupor. Crap, maybe those darts worked a little too well. Hmm, perhaps the cat just needs one last little kick to wake him?