[spoiler]I’ve been meaning to make a cat with man hands that I can use as a gag every now and then, so I thought now seemed like a good time.[/spoiler] *Mittens brushed against the front door of the resort, purring quietly. The grey feline did not posses the strength to push them open himself, so he instead attempted to look as feeble and cold as possible.* *It worked. A young couple who had just arrived took pity on the small creature, although where somewhat disturbed by the fact that tiny human hands sprouted from where it’s paws should’ve been. They opened the door, giving the cat plenty of space as he trotted in.* *Mittens may have seemed like just a cat with man hands, but he was actually a cat with man hands that possessed the intelligence of an adult man. The reason for any of this does not matter, because he is a cat, and therefore cannot speak, so there is now way anyone could learn about his (probably) pretty sad backstory.* *Mittens did not just come to this resort to ski, though. He had come because he had heard rumors about a secret necromancy club or something going on in this place and he was going to get to the bottom of these rumors.*