"Myomut," Tejirof looked down at the man, who was sitting on the floor with his strays in his lap. "You need to stop picking up strays." Myomut tilted his head to the side, a confused look on his face. Clearly, he didn't see the issue, and was wondering what Tejirof was on about. "You have to many, they can't fit in the apartment. Could you not find other homes for them?" Myomut shook his head at that. "No," he said, and he continued petting one of the cats. Tejirof eyed him in a stretched out silence of a little annoyance, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. He knew Myomut liked his cats, but this was ridiculous. He sighed deeply. "Where's Vaiz? I want to hear what he thinks."

There was a sudden movement, and Vaiz's head emerged with a tumble of cats. He looked up, face clearly having been buried in Myomut's lap, and Tejirof buried his face in one of his hands. "You were there too? Honestly, it you have so many cats that a person can entirely disappear underneath them, you have too. many. of them." Myomut gave him a look of disapproval, and he shook his head once more. "No," he repeated. Vaiz nodded. "Exactly." Tejirof was pretty sure that the sweets obsessed man hadn't really been listening, though. "Take strays that you find to the adoption centre instead, it's better they get one owner that can focus on them fully, instead of having to share space with so many others."

Vaiz puffed up one of his cheek, and it was his turn to give Tejirof a look of disapproval. "I was a stray too," he pointed out. "Do I have to go to the adoption centre too? I don't want to." Instantly, Myomut pulled both Vaiz and a whole bunch of cats into his arms, giving Tejirof a stubborn look. Tejirof sighed even deeper than before. "For the love of...." he muttered curses to himself. Then he directed his attention back to his apparently very stupid lovers. "I'm not telling you to give away Vaiz, I'm just asking you to decrease the number of cats. I'm getting tired of having them sleep all over me, and one of them is insisting on sleeping on my throat, I think it wants to kill me so it can have you for itself. Please, Myomut, I don't want to get killed by a cat."

Myomut seemed surprised then, looking down at the horde of cats that surrounded him. He seemed to be thinking things over at least, and while he watched both cats and Vaiz doze off against Myomut, Tejirof had no coice but to consider the moment of thought a little bit of progress.