"It is." Rose didn't clarify what; a purring cat was an obvious answer. There were multiple depths of meaning to her answer, however. All of them were true to some extent. That Lily looked happy was another.
That they were standing in a room, albeit a room in a ersatz mental hospital, with a handful of cats and more human beings than Rose had ever expected to see again in her life, was yet a third. Many of them were approaching a small board.
This was the bulletin board, partaking of the old-fashioned meaning of the term. Aside from a certain refrigerator convention, she wasn't sure this kind had even existed any more, on the Earth that also did not exist. Primitive, but not without its uses.
"Bring him with you." She wasn't sure he was a he, even in the pluperfect sense (or was that plupurrfect?), but looking would be rude. "I want to take a look at the bulletin board."
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That they were standing in a room, albeit a room in a ersatz mental hospital, with a handful of cats and more human beings than Rose had ever expected to see again in her life, was yet a third. Many of them were approaching a small board.
This was the bulletin board, partaking of the old-fashioned meaning of the term. Aside from a certain refrigerator convention, she wasn't sure this kind had even existed any more, on the Earth that also did not exist. Primitive, but not without its uses.
"Bring him with you." She wasn't sure he was a he, even in the pluperfect sense (or was that plupurrfect?), but looking would be rude. "I want to take a look at the bulletin board."