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Arthur watched as his belt began to move on the ground of its own accord.

Startled, he flicked his head from side to side to make sure that no one was manipulating it while he wasn't looking. He waited, glowering just in case the culprit did decide to show him or herself. Arthur wanted to prove himself capable of catching a cat, but he also didn't want to fall for anyone's dumb joke. He waited for a little longer, and then realized that there was no one around. It was a pretty secluded corner of the island, after all, and the way that the sun was winking off the purple sequins of his belt made it seem like the only thing that could possibly be playing with the discarded belt was...

"The cat." Arthur breathed, his heart beginning to pick up.

Who knew that when you went to hero school you would get so excited over the prospect of possibly nabbing a genetically altered cat?

He took a deep breath and wrote out n-e-t in his elegant cursive and swiped through the word, the net materializing in his hand. Alright, as they said in his action/adventure books, it's go time.

She had hardly walked three steps before metallic mewling a few meters away. Eh? Danica turned slowly to her left and saw something tiny and metal sitting on a bench. She thought it was some kind of boombox until it moved. Tiny little (not?-)robotic ears twitched and it’s head tipped to the side. Was this the cat that Dr Flo wanted her to look for?

“Um… hey there cat.” Animals had never really been her thing. They were cute and all, but there was always something she found a bit creepy about them. Maybe it was the way they moved, so inhuman, or maybe it was their beady little eyes, and how they watched you all the time. She felt like this cat’s eyes focus in on her like a camera lens. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the bag of treats. She shook it and looked at the cat awkwardly. “Er… these are yours. If you come over here.”

The feline merely narrowed its bright blue eyes at her and twitched its tail in annoyance.

“Er… so… you don’t want them?”

Its gaze became less offended.

“So then… what do you want?”

The tail twitched again.

“Uh—” before she could carry on the strange conversation the chorus of a pop song starting blaring from her pocket. Dani pulled her cell out of her jeans and looked back up at the cat. “Er… I gotta take this.” Why was she explain herself to the cat? “Hello? Oh, hi Cindy. Eh, that’s nice Cindy. Cindy? Cindy? Cindy, I’m kind of busy at the moment, can I call you back later? Thanks. Check ya late.”

She snapped the phone closed and glanced back up at the bench. The cat was gone! Well, obviously the cat was gone. What did she expect? Oh well, it should only be basically impossible to find it again. She better start looking before–

Dani felt something brush up against her leg. “Ehh!” She leapt back half a step, away from the shiny outstretched paw. The robotic looking cat blinked up at her, its eyes huge and emotionless. After her heart rate went back down to normal she held out the hand with the treats. “Um, here you go?”

But the cat wasn’t looking at the treats. It was looking at her other hand, holding the cell phone. “You want my phone?” She asked in disbelief. The cat flicked its tail twice in what Dani could only interpret as a yes. She clutched her phone to her chest and shook her head. “Heck know Whiskers. This tech is mine, go find your own.”

The metallic feline narrowed its eyes at her and reached its paw out to her leg again. Slowly. Deliberately. She could see claws.

“Ooooh, no you don’t.” She narrowed her eyes right back at it. No more Mr Nice Guy. Dani put her phone back in her pocket and pulled out a pair of peacock blue earbuds. She shoved the treats away as well and dangled the headphones above it’s head. The cat watched the tiny speakers sway. “Okay, cat, here’s the deal. You follow me back up to see Dr Flo, and you can have these.” They were broken, but the cat still seemed interested.

The cat seemed to pause for a moment, considering. He put his put his paw down, turned his back on her, and started walking towards the school. A few (creepy, slinky) steps away from her he stopped and looked back over his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Cool your jets.”

(( Caught. Technically xD . ))

Ever persistent, Violet lazily swayed down the halls in search for the Invisible Cat. Remembering Dr.Flo saying that it likes shiny things, she dug around in her pockets for something shiny coming up with next to nothing. Sighing Violet moved along stretching her hands out above her, the holo-watch on her arm catching a sunbeam and glittering. "Oh! " .. Well it looked shiny when the sun hit it maybe..

Violet setup the holo-watch on the ledge of the window in the hall in just the right spot so that it could catch the sunbeams and sparkle. Hoping to use this to lure the cat out of hiding. She hid herself behind a door, watching the watch. It might of been a long shot in the dark but Violet didn't have anywhere to be so she had the time to wait..

The invisible cat heard the aliens voice but it was to late to run by the time it stopped its purring and rubbing against the watch she was on it, her ghost arms holding its own firm in place before she let them up and scooped the kitten into her solid arms. Violet smiled happily and gently used the other hand to pet the cat, pressing gently on a few of its pressure points to relax it down into her arms. "Alright kitty..lets get you back to Dr.Flo.. " She cooed lazily, starting down the hall and letting the cat play with the holo-watch till they arrived.

(( CAUGHT ))

Tabby once again encountered the red and white cat with the distracting fez hat! It was grooming its paws atop a very tall tree... Tabby had a mouse toy attached to a string tied around the end of a tall branch this time... she waved it around, singing, "I'm a delicious mouse. Come and eat me!" in her best mouse-y voice... As the fez cat jumped from branch to branch, Tabby couldn't help but feel hypnotized by its rather hypnotic fez, but she shook her head and focused. Finally, it came close enough to pounce on the mouse toy. And it did pounce on the mouse toy, falling in Tabby's net trap! OHO. A net erupted from the ground, leaves and dirt leaping everywhere, and encasing the fez cat. Tabby jumped and shouted, "I have you now, fez cat! Ha HAAAA" She took the net back to Dr. Flo and gained 1 level.

CAUGHT! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

"A fez cat?" Arthur curled his lip at the suggestion. What? Did Dr. Flo not think that he was competent anymore? Did she think that he couldn't HANDLE catching an invisible cat? Hmph.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and then left the lab. Alright, fine. If this was the way that things had to be, then he knew that he wasn't going to be able to change them. Too bad for Dr. Flo for assigning a very competent cat-catcher (Arthur thought highly of himself) to a very simple case.

Arthur had the utmost confidence that he would not be distracted by the fez. He was just too cultured for that sort of thing. Besides, fezzes weren't all that hip anyway.

So, it was with a slight sullen swagger that Arthur marched off to the Academy, in hunt of the fez cat.

Arthur was back.

Alright, so maybe he'd had some hardship with this task in the past. Not once, but twice had his quarry eluded him and now he was ready at last to prove his worth to Dr. Flo and show her that, yes, even it if killed him, he would catch one of those damn cats through sheer persistence.

Invisible cat was, of course, his main enemy. He had been so close to catching it before that victory had tasted sweet on his tongue before the cat had escaped at the very last moment. He'd raged when he'd been presented the task of catching Fez cat, but that wily beast had gotten away as well. On the upside, Arthur had had some inspiration about possible new outfits, so the day hadn't been a total loss. But now, with another cat loose, Arthur was ready.

He would prevail.

Arthur entered a science classroom and gaped.

Not like he was very well-versed in the realm of science, but even a literati such as himself could tell that the beakers crushed into powder on the floor and the books fluttering their pages in the wind were not supposed to be there. Arthur nearly tripped over a set of weights and graduated cylinders as he entered the room.

And neatly, as though perched on top of the displaced books as a momento, were a few strands of red fabric.

"Fez cat." Arthur seethed, comprehending. Well, he couldn't let books just linger in states like this-- it would go against everything he stood for. So he began the arduous task of cleaning them up.