when will we get going to comets place, i need to drop off what little stuff i own.... cat hefted his duffel bag, one of the straps tore and a host of things pured out as it hit the ground including a bag of green catnip leaves, a book of english for beginers and a knife...... Do Riti!, cat hurried to throw everything back in, as he picks up the knife he looks up at Syra with a shocked expression.... I, I, i wasnt going to mug anyone, its just on the road you've gotta look after yourself..... what must you think of me? carrying drugs and a knife, i must look like a bloody tramp in these trousers..... cat looked up into Syras face looking very embaressed, his ear flopping into his face again, damn this always happens when my fur gets wet...... you should have seen me yesterday when it rained, i looked like a mop! as cat tries to aleviate the mood....