The meow echoed throughout the space-station.
The cat had gotten into the broadcasting office again. There was another series of meows and chirps and I grumbled - clearly it was my turn to shoo it out.
I glared at the station's maintenance droid as I walked in, and it sheepishly turned off it's laser-pointer.
The cat yowled, pawing at it.
"If you're going to do this, try not to get caught."
It trundled out quickly, cat in tow.
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