They were all pacing about up on the second floor of the windmill. You also got your first look at the Abyssinian that was planning to sell them out. Funny, you don’t recognize his face, but you do recognize his ratty-ass coat and facial structure as belonging to Abyssinian royalty. Too sleazy even for their society? Interesting if true. You’ll have to remember to trust that cat’s word even less than you’d usually trust his kind.