[Sakaki comes in from outside, with a cat. Whose cat is it? No one is really sure. But it is firmly attached to her hand with its teeth.
She is flailing a little around the lobby, covered in scratches, and she is
singing]
♪--When she's content she purrs.
She thinks the house is hers.
But you won't like her when she's angry...No, you won't like her when she's angry.
[wincing, flailing] Angry, angry.
She's cuddly.
She's lovely, when she's in a happy mood.
She loves her kitten food.
But she's got such an attitude...
Completely rotten attitude...♪
((ooc: d-dear god...someone help her...))