Damage Limitations

Sistren of the Mew Testament: these are difficult times. Not since the Ninefold Martyrdom of Felixia has the Order of Plentitude been so distrusted.

Bail alone has reduced the coffers of the Order to a frugal sufficiency and in the eyes of many our charity is now tainted. While it is tempting to raise a jeremiad against those who were quick to benefit from cures only we could bring and who now decry the experimentation that made it possible - conducted in good faith, and on what seemed the best advice - we must accept our responsibility like the Poor Cat in the Holy Adage.

We wished the fish of praise and now must bear the shattered goldfish bowl of shame. We can only hope to rebuild, to earn humbly the confidence of those we wish to help, until we may be worthy to ascend to the Moon called Jellical.

In the meantime, poor though we now are, I am issuing a reward for any information as to the whereabouts of of Doctor M. C. Avity, who provided us with the technology and assured us that the experimental subjects felt no pain.

Additionally to raise sorely needed revenue, I suggest...

A little shop.

(After, NEW EARTH) Was "Cat People (Putting Out The Fire)"