[Quiet Man Cometh]

Mirri padded quietly after the other two cats, making her way into the kitchen still in her grey layer of dust. She sniffed at the abandoned pitcher of cream, now at room temperature and starting to separate. Very carefully she tipped the small pitcher onto the side plate, leaving the pitcher not quite empty, and doing the same with Eccentric's cold tea though the latter action left sloppy rings around the base of the teacup. She ignored the solid portions of the meal in favour of her milk tea.

"I meant," she said in between laps, "that I think he's gone for good this time."

(general note: if there are little quick things you want to add OOC, you can do that here too. Just colour it grey. :))