You approach the house, ascending a small dirt path in the hill and standing on the stones right in front of the front door. You knock, and moments later, not Cammy answers, but an anthropomorphic pink cat in a light blue sweater and maxi-skirt, a wispy dollop of curly fur between his ears.
Oh, we have company!
, he chirps back into the cottage in a posh, slightly effeminate British accent before looking back up at you. I'm so sorry, Cammy will be out in just a moment.
· Turn around and leave.
· Oh, are you a friend of Cammy's?