Brantlee Spondoon says, "Oh, you agai-- Wait, maybe you can help! I just got a troubling call from my roommate. My pet razor cat cub, Missy, is gone! She wandered out into the wilderness all alone! Will you please, please, please go find Missy? I'd be ever so grateful, and so would the Diktat."

If you point out that razor cats are kinda mean: "Don't worry, Missy's just a baby, the littlest possible razor cat. Some of them out there grow big, which is why I'm worried. A big male might kill Missy for sport, and a
mother might try to adopt my pet as her own cub. So will you please rescue her, fast?"

If you accept: "Good! Now, she's very well trained, so if you just say in a firm commanding voice, "Here, Missy!" she'll follow you all the way here. Please hurry!"

Missy is-- of course-- guarded by a full-grown razor cat. She follows you once you kill him.

Brantlee Spondoon says, "Missy! It's Missy-wissy-wussums, yes! Who's a good kitty? Who's our good little kittykins? Yes! All right, you can see the Diktat now."