A gasp leaving as she stared the cat down. Demon cat. Vβed up cat? βBad kitty.β Now sheβs going to find that spray can to bug him off the table.
"Mrow."
Two lasers shoot from his eyes, narrowly missing her head and hitting one of the TV screens on the wall instead. His eyes return to normal after, and he goes back to licking himself while he sits at the head of the table.
βKitty, you canβt be here.β Sheβd slowly approach to pick up the cat. The last thing she wants is for the cat to interfere with the dayβs meetings.