Owner	Pose
Sharon Smith	*Fump, Fump, clunk!* His window clattered like a rattling trailor in a storm. There was an eventual loud *BANG* before a small black cat tumbled in. The small feline creature calmly shook herself off after the deliberate break-in. She only left a few measly decorations to decend to the floor next to her, but few of them were in good condition as they didn't have the dexterity to land without shattering into an abscure number of pieces around her.
Bobby Lane	Another deceiving calm night in the city. Bobby looks at the window. Yes, the pulse of the city still moves through. He can hear it, but to him the language is still alien. The East Coast definitely speaks a different language compared to the West Coast. He's still learning it. He has in some earbuds to help cover up the confusing noise. The Veer Union's cover of "Epic" plays in his ears when everything goes "BANG!" and he jumps back. That bang cuts through the noie and he pulls out an earbud. Bobby will try to snag the cat to help them avoid getting caught. "Don't want you getting hurt," he says hoping there's something like a dust bin about. Just something to help clean up the mess. He's sure there's one ina close.t That doesn't mean he can't second guess himself in moments like this one.
Sharon Smith	Snagging a cat that ought not be caut. The little cat's frame grew heavy in his hands, seaming briefly like a beast, and breiefly like a woman. Neither frame seemed to manifset fully, but he had that odd feeling that either his gym membership was due, or cats weighed absurdly more than they were supposed to. This cat in particular seemed to use the rules of Shcrodijngers cat... where its weight, rather than existance, depended on wehther it was held or not.