[The woman crouches and he drops the log, managing to send it clattering across the floor with a hand paw. He's on his feet in a flash and leaps after it. There is a series of skitters and clacks as it ricochets around the boats' hall before zipping past her foot.

He's on it again in a flash, flopping atop it in a flurry of feet and tail. His tail lashes and he looks around for it, not realizing he's already lying on it .. or perhaps he does realize this.

His pupils are huge as he darts his gaze around, coming to rest once more on Meth.]

Mrow?