The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, fluffy cat trees rise out of the ground like islands in a sea of pastel-colored ball pits. Uh, schools of robotic, cat-shaped vacuum cleaners are methodically cleaning the balls, leaving trails of perfectly ordered, colored patterns in their wake. The air's thick with the smell of catnip and plastic, and it's filled with a gentle hum of machinery – like, it's really soothing, actually. The sun's not visible, but the light level is equivalent to, like, late afternoon or something, and the cat trees are casting long shadows across the ball pits.