Only Human

You appear to be the only 'human' if indeed one of your noble blood can be called that. The feline folks are speaking French, and since you know it well, you listen in. The cats in the corner are speaking in hushed tones and seem to be chatting about 'the monkey'. The others seem only concerned about their meals.

Since you inhaled your last bit of food, the nurse has given in and brought you a large steaming pot of porridge, two loaves of bread and two flagons of wine.

You try to chat up the nurse, in French, but she only smiles and scampers away. You lean toward the nearest cat and ask, "How were you injured?"

The cat stares at you, swallows a gulp of his meal and replies quietly, "I was in a foxhole with a corporal , when a grenade landed near us... he fell on it. He is not here." You note that he is missing a leg.

"How goes the war?" You ask.

"I should be asking you! Are you not one of the commanders? All of the commanders are... monkeys... like you." He seems uncomfortable talking to you, so you let him be.

You sit quietly then, thinking things over. You attempt to contact Logan, but you receive nothing. Either he's not talking, or is unable, of course if he is far enough in shadow from you, you might not be able to talk to him.

Apart from the slightly lessened hunger and gaps in your memory, you feel almost normal. The nurse has not returned since you spoke to her directly earlier.