There are one too many cats living in Sky City. Unfortunately Katt here (seriously that is her name) happened to be the third cat to move into town. I have the impression that she moved in under the suspicion that Sky City is a litter box. Not too mention she spends all day sleeping which prevents her from participating and socializing with Sky City's hard-working and eccentric citizens.
I do not know about anyone else, but this is simply unacceptable to me. As a result of her very existence, for the last few days now I have been in the pursuit of her leave. Regularly I bash her on the head, I bury pitfalls for her to step in. I even go so far as to send her hate mail such as,
Enclosed is a present for you--an old tire! It made me think about you; trash for trash. Get out of Sky City, you are not welcome here.
Sadistic as it may be, I trapped her here and beat her ad nauseum with my net only to provoke conversation and further instigate her frustration with me. To make matters worse, my impatience with Katt has extended onto Boone--a Jersey Shore esque gorilla. He aimlessly walks around and talks to me about wrestling, or something, I never quite care to listen as he calls me "bro". (Do not play New Leaf drunk.)
Oh yes, throughout all this nonsense someone requested I fund a specific public works project. I liked her snobby, hipster personality; it was ironic, comical even, so I obliged. After the project's completion she interrupts a quiet afternoon of gardening to tell me she is moving in four days.