Demon woke slowly to find herself still on the floor in front of the room door. The man was still inside. She could smell him and hear rustling around along with repetitive clicking and clacking sounds.

How had he not come out yet?

Why was he still in there?

She wanted him out here.

Now!!!

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Stretching, she rolled to her feet. She would make him come out. Perhaps she should try to open the door again.

Eyeing the door, Demon decided she would groom first. It had been a minute before she had done so and after all the bumping into walls, chairs and being splashed with water she probably looked a fright.

Perhaps the man would be out by the time she finished her grooming and she wouldn’t have to show him the error of his ways by opening the door herself.

Yes, thought Demon and what would be even better was if she hacked up a hairball and placed it oh so inconveniently in his walking path.

Grinning wickedly at her plan, Demon began to groom herself, quickly, losing herself in the unsuccessful effort to get rid of the oil and white fluff she found at odd intervals in her fur.