Now, the Master has nothing against cats. He's found them quite useful in the past, and never mind that was when he was actually sort of turning into a cat. But talking cats, in his experience, are nothing but trouble. There's such a thing as having too much of a mind of your own.

He looks down at the cat and sighs a little, resigned to speaking to it.

"You'd know, wouldn't you?" Silent observers, cats have their... paws? in every pie.