Scamper stared at the storefront, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Normally, he wouldn't be here, wouldn't waste a precious moment of his precious time coming someplace like this. This disgusting, wretched place that was the sum of everything wrong and evil with human society. Back in Scamper's world, they didn't have buildings like this; they didn't need them. They could do quite well without them. Unfortunately, Scamper couldn't avoid the place, not forever.

A bell tingled, and Scamper's head swiveled. A man wearing an apron stepped out of the doors, and looked down at the cat. Scamper looked back up at him. the man moved as if to shoo, and Scamper tilted his head. The fool's attempts at arm waving amounted to a lot of nothing, as each movement was corralled by the cat's psychic abilities.

"I need to buy some items," the cat said. He looked to the building, then back at the man. "Tell me, is this... is this the grocery store."

The man blinked. He clearly thought he was being pranked. Why else would there be a talking cat asking him such a basic question? Even worse: the cat looked a bit like that one cat that everyone kept talking about, the annoying talking one that worked for the Offices and had a tendency to make life difficult for people. But surely this couldn't actually be that animal.

"Yes, it's me,' said Scamper. He didn't actually read the man's mind, though he probably could have with enough focus. He simply sighed and pushed his way into the store, wincing as the cold air hit his fur. Silly pop music played softly over the speakers; an actual Earth hit, believe it or not. The cat nearly spat as he padded around, looking for someone to help. He'd made it to an aisle when he heard what sounded like an avalanche. Several cans were falling, spewing their contents everywhere, and Scamper could have sworn they were heading right for him.

"Seriously?" the cat asked, sighing. It was almost like Fate just liked screwing with him...