Chanel does not want to climb a desk and frowns as Eddy tries. She hovers, worried, around the bottom, hands out, waiting to catch him. "You don't need thumbs to mayor." She points out. "Maybe the world would be a better place if all our elected officials were worried about was their next meal. ...Darling, don't fall."

She does spare a glance around the room. "No food. Poor darling." But she's a little relieved, too, because if the key to getting out of here was eating cat food, they'd be trapped here for the rest of their natural lives.