A footstep in the hallway. Then, nothing. Cecil waited for a moment,
watching the doorway, his tail whipping softly on the bed. After
another moment, he yawned.
But then another sound, a squeak. Cecil hopped down from the bed and
peered from around the frame.
A man stood in the hallway. He moved something in his hand, like a
twig, but Cecil didn't want to play with it. The man smelled strange.
New. Odd. If he could have recognized human clothing, he would have
recognized a lab coat, a clipboard, a pen. The balding man, glasses, a
slightly weary look, who, after scanning the room, made a note on a
yellow 12A.
The man turned and spied Cecil in the doorway, and Cecil darted into
the closet.
The Lab Coat Man cursed quietly after he realized that the cat had
darted into what appeared to be the world's most cluttered closet. And
the cat was the last (damn) item on Forrester's list! He wondered if
the Director knew of Forrester's cat phobia, how it was adding to an
already full schedule. He'd have to wait for the next general meeting
to bring up the matter, assuming the Director would even attend.
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