I think there's a new kitty upstairs. I can hear it talking sometimes; I can't hear it clearly enough to understand what it's saying, but I can hear it.

The Woman thinks I'm listening to the voices in my head, but it's up there, I tell you!

I'd like to find a way up there so I can play with it, or sit on it and bite it if it's not a nice kitty, but I can't figure out how to get up there. In the old place there were stairs that went up so I could get there. Here, nothing.

I need explosives...

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