"Yeah, for sure."

"Surely you could go for a jog around the campsite?"

"I might, now!  Though it's a little warm for it there and all of those mes only have one sweater apiece.  There's a nice wood on the other side of the field, though; I've been going for walks."

"Oh yeah, there's a trail through there."

"Hey," Mistoffelees interrupts.  "I can't see out the window, can you put a sill there?"

"Sure." A sill is installed for cats to sit on.

A few of the cats say thank you, and all of them hop up on it.

Except for one, who can't quite make it.

- Felicity takes a knee next to the window.

. . . Which the cat uses as an intermediate step and makes it onto the platform with everyone else.

Awww.

Cam narrates while he pilots for Felicity's benefit, and they go up and break out of the fogbank and head around to deposit passengers in Atriama.

The landing site has a few people waiting nearby.  "Kitties?  Talking cats?"

"Kitties! Talking cats! Here, I'll hand out state of the art in machine translation." He does this, including to the cats who wanted to help with it.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you."

The starches do what can only be described as ':D' when the words appear on their screen and a meow comes out of the cats'.

"And I will go make sure the supply of cat food is plentiful - anybody want to come with me to make sure my cunning packaging ideas are also cat-openable? -"

"I will."  A few others chime in their willingness as well.

Then they can all join him and make sure that they can claw or bite open blister packs containing various delicacies and operate the kibble dispenser. The trash can is over there.

Most of them are cat-openable but not these two, at least on a short time scale.  One of the kittens is really mangling the plastic on one of the harder ones.  Everybody else snarf snarf snarf snarf snarfs.

"I don't recommend eating the plastic," Cam tells the kitten, tossing the rejected packaging types and rendering abundant the good ones. "What is you guys's preferred excretion situation, do you like sand or litter or do you want to learn to use plumbing or what?"

He gets a couple votes for each option.

He will go wake up Cricket from where he's napping in the shuttle and have him demonstrate plumbing usage since he has already been taught to do it, and he sets up an automatic sand-over-here-litter-over-there system not far from one of the park that will scoop up and dump over the side solid clumps.

Oh, woah, plumbing is pretty interesting actually; several of the cats who voted against it are intrigued.

One cat who wasn't in the food testing group approaches.  "Are there any - "  Her voice is scratchy and breaky; she coughs.  "Are there houses made for cats?"