You approach the trapdoor. Skittles, as Syb seemed to call him, sits atop the trapdoor. You find the cat a little cute, at least for a cat. Of course, Mr. Business has taught you the dos and don'ts of cats. What to do to get them happy, feeding them, petting them, approaching them in a clam manner. And what not to do with cats before they start killing you, spraying water, waking them up, picking them up, all that stuff.
Of course, you approach this cat with that knowledge, and he seems to enjoy it.
You have spent the last 6 years of your life with constant school lessons set up by your mother curated and taught by Mr. Business. This has led to some of your resentment of the cat. However, you find the attainment of knowledge kind of calming, if not euphoric. Mixed emotions about school lessons have ensued.