[ Strange. It's not like they're washing the floor or anything, but his feet are feeling increasingly damp and warm. When the feeling becomes hard to ignore, he glances down to find the worst possible outcome happening right under the table. ]

G'AH! [ In his shock, he kicks back into the chair, shoving the table away too in an effort to distance himself from his hat. The cup he was holding in his hand falls out and shatters. ]

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS ANIMAL?! What about my shoes look like a litterbox?! Now look what you've done! It's my only pair too, I can't believe this!

[ This cat, though ... ] The same cat as before?! [ No way. There's no way a cat would be smart enough to take vengeance. ]