Cats. So many cats! They're very fast. Very furry. Very... cute? He assumes. Admittedly, he doesn't have much experience with the critters, but somehow, despite this, he's become caught in a swarm of the little furballs.

"ERM... IS THIS THE PART WHERE I THROW A BONE? OR A STICK? DO CATS EVEN LIKE STICKS? I. MAY NEED SOME ASSISTANCE."

Besides, Frisk's already chasing a lot of the little guys, too. He'd hate to burden them when their hands are metaphorically and possibly physically full!