I love cats, but still, fairly stated, Rodrigo.
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Back in the Jam cell in Thoos’s family home, Knox said, “Thoos, are you sure there isn’t any way out of this room?” Thoos pointed to a vent and replied, “I mean, there’s that very small air vent which leads to the outdoors, which I used to climb through as a very small child to steal jam.” Knox looked at Purrloin and said, “Well, Purrloin can escape at least, just not the rest of us.” Thoos said, “Huh. if Purrloin’s language chip allowed her to understand the concept of unlocking the window from the outside, that’d be such a mercy for us.” Knox said, “I’m not sure a cat can understand the concept of window locks.” Rodrigo added, “I’m not sure a cat can understand the concept of mercy.”
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Cats understand locks and mercy, they just don’t care.
A cat’s mercy is allowing another ten seconds before the hammer falls.
Being trapped in an alien dungeon/pantry is the perfect time to catch up on reading.
And napping. Cat napping….
Wait a minute. The window lock is on the outside? Thoos is an idiot. Did they even check the window yet?
Cats may have a a rather slight understanding of mercy, but they totally understand cat food. Unfortunate, then, that jam isn’t cat food.
I’m reminded exceedingly of the Trial of Eureka the Cat in “Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz”.
A tiny pig (that Eureka has repeatedly threatened to eat) goes missing, and Eureka was the only one in the room at the time, so she is put on trial for murder. She utterly refuses to say anything useful in her own defense, as although – as we eventually find out – she knows perfectly well that she didn’t do it, and the pig is just trapped under a vase, she also doesn’t see a notable difference because she absolutely would have eaten the pig if circumstances hadn’t prevented her from doing so.
This takes like three chapters and it’s a wild thing to end the book with. Especially considering up until that point it had been like a D&D adventure.