Indignant, Crowley tried to speak. Then he cleared his throat and tried again an octave lower.

"Idiots... hole in my floor." He pointed up with one hand while the other stayed where it was protecting his sensitive area if not his dignity. "Chicago fell..." Crowley's face darkened. How could he protect anyone if he couldn't even manage to protect a kitten from harm in his own private bathroom from a jerk who wasn't even trying? He sagged onto the floor.