Humanling sits during a hiatus from house cleaning (of which she has merely moved a set of balloons from the room). The sound of Whiskered Satan's claws tackling the screens in the open window starts to grate on the nerves of anyone who has to live with her.
Handling it no more, she bursts.
"GEEZ AZRAEL!!!!!! Does she have to do EVERYTHING??!!!!!!!!"
And then, fluffing her aura back in place and adjusting her tipped halo...
"I'm trying to play solitare."
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