text: > Look around
  Here enormous metal boxes reach upward from a shiny floor that you can skid across if you run fast enough and suddenly stop. The tallest box is cold, vibrates, and smells like food! The shorter boxes also smell like food, but not as strongly. The whole area smells like trees -- a fresh, outdoors kind of scent, which doesn't make sense, because this is indoors.
  
  Halfway to the ceiling (it seems) a shiny surface ledge runs like a pathway, over a shorter box and connects to the tallest one. It's wider than the ledge in your place. In the middle of the floor the brown table towers over you. The guest chair sits underneath it, and His chair is nearby.
  
  You can see a remote here.
  
  You hear the sound of a cat scratching itself and know that it must be Goodcat/Badcat.
  
  The black square lets out someone who is talking but in a very flowing kind of way and high up enough that it catches your attention. Then you realize she isn't saying anything important.
  
  > jump on his chair
  You agilely leap upwards into the chair.
  
  You hear the sound of grooming coming from somewhere nearby.
  
  The black square lets out someone who is talking but in a very flowing kind of way and high up enough that it catches your attention. Then you realize she isn't saying anything important.
  
  > jump on the table
  You easily jump up on the table, your claws clutching the threaded surface.
  
  This is a small place, a little bit larger than the soft place but not as large as the place around it. If you ran around here, you'd definitely fall off the edges. The floor feels like a bunch of string, tightly wound together and it is arranged in colors and in patterns of things you don't recognize. From here, you can see a shiny surface you could easily jump to, and you can view most of the room and the next room over, which pulls your kittenish heart with what looks like large and soft beds. Taking a quick sniff, you realize that this area is used for eating food, but there is no food here now.
  
  You can see a phone here.
  
  You hear several different scary sounds and then people talking, seriously.
  
  > Bat phone
  You bat it but nothing amazing happens.
  
  The black square lets out someone who is talking but in a very flowing kind of way and high up enough that it catches your attention. Then you realize she isn't saying anything important.
  
  > jump on the ledge
  That doesn't look far away. You take a quick look and with a little jump you land safely on the countertop.
  
  From up here, you can see the entire shiny place. Only the refrigerator top gives a better view. It makes you feel powerful and important, like perhaps you controlled the whole area and had a few cat soldiers to do your bidding as well. If it was softer and not so narrow, it would make a great bed. From here, you can jump up to the metal box. The most distinctive smell is the scent of Goodcat/Badcat. He is near.
  
  You hear several different scary sounds and then people talking, seriously.
  
  > jump on the ftop
  You leap up to the top with the greatest of ease.
  
  You are on top of the cold metal cube, better known as "refrigerator" and "Goodcat/Badcat's lair". Strangely, it is not cold here, but fairly cozy with the faint smell of food. You can see why he chose this location for a lair. You think you'd probably have done the same.
  
  You can see Goodcat/Badcat here.
  
  From the black square you hear lots of people shouting and catch a flicker of images out of the corner of your eye.
  
  > Nap
  You're exploring! No time for napping now.
  
  The black square lets out someone who is talking but in a very flowing kind of way and high up enough that it catches your attention. Then you realize she isn't saying anything important.
  
  > rub against the Cat
  You approach him but at the last moment, back off. His fierce stare seems to shout, "How dare you approach when we have not properly greeted one another yet!"
  
  The black square lets out someone who is talking but in a very flowing kind of way and high up enough that it catches your attention. Then you realize she isn't saying anything important.
  
  > Mew
  You're not sure how you talk with another cat, after all, your only memories are hazy and indistinct ones of your littermates and mom. So you try talking to Goodcat/Badcat like you were talking to Him. You let out a curious "Meowr". His eyes fix upon you.
  
  You hear several different scary sounds and then people talking, seriously.
  
  > Purr
  You only do that when you are talking to Him. That's the fun part. When He gets back, you let out all the purrs you have saved up the whole day.
  
  The black square lets out someone who is talking but in a very flowing kind of way and high up enough that it catches your attention. Then you realize she isn't saying anything important.
  
  > sniff yourself
  You have an light, woodsy, easy-going scent about you. You're not sure if that's a common scent, but it's yours and you like it.
  
  You hear several different scary sounds and then people talking, seriously.
  
  From right outside, you hear what sounds like a storm -- a rumbling, grumbling, coughing sound. You look around for somewhere to hide, but before you can find a place, it's over. Then you hear a slamming like the mow when He leaves and right before He sees you. Is He coming back?
  
  > sniff you
  Goodcat/Badcat has better things to do.
  
  From the black square you hear lots of people shouting and catch a flicker of images out of the corner of your eye.
  
  > sit
  You sit down on your rear legs, taking a commanding view of your environs.
  
  You hear several different scary sounds and then people talking, seriously.
  
  You hear a mow open from far away and then hear it shut; His voice is next, as He greets Goodcat/Badcat. You meow energetically to let him know you are here.
  
  He discovers you and picks you up. He strokes kindly you as He walks through the house, laughing at all the things you have done. He seems quite surprised at the TV being on. "You are quite the little explorer, aren't you?" he asks. You purr. "That effort deserves nothing less than a name!" He holds you high in the air and then triumphantly christens you, "Isabella. Yes, Isabella is your name." You nuzzle your face into his arms, turning the name around and around in your mind. Isabella. It's a good name, well, as good as humans get at these things, you think. You beam up at Him as He carries you.