herding cats in a hurricance

Exit Whit <3 Feel free to PP him being a useless lump for the remainder of the thread :D

Amidst the rampant flailing of his limbs, Whit felt a familiar tug at his tail that meant one of his siblings was out for blood. The boy squawked his objection for all to hear, but it didn't seem that anyone was overly concerned about it. It made sense since he'd spent most of his life thus far grumbling about one thing or another - it was a miracle that they hadn't given up on paying him any attention completely at that point. In any case, he quieted down after a minute or so as it became obvious that no one was going to save him from the tail thief, and thus his attention went off to figuring out what the hell else was happening around him.

Needless to say, Whittier wasn't entirely certain where it was he ended up by the time he was done with his squirming and grumbling. All he knew was that the wall of fluffy and milk dispensers was right where he liked it to be - right in front of his face. Ignoring whatever hub bub was around him, Whit settled in to suckle his fill for a bit before passing out for some nice rainy-time naps.