The Time Lord who'd once been called the Doctor didn't bother commenting over the fact that Rassilon currently bore a striking resemblance to Timothy Dalton. He'd put Earth and everything it had meant to him behind him when he'd left the name of the Doctor behind. Now, all there was was a war which needed to be ended for the sake of the entire universe. Right now, the means to ending it seemed to consist of fighting on behalf of the Time Lords which the rest of the universe viewed with as much dread as they did the Daleks.

Shoving aside all thoughts of "Timothy Dalton in a dress", he stood amongst the crowd at the exceedingly boring Council meeting he'd been forced to attend because of who he was. As he paid half an eye and half an ear to Rassilon who stood at the center of attention as he gave his latest speech as the Lord President of Gallifrey, he saw something small and orange make its way over to the pontificating Lord President who gave it a small glance before returning to his speech.

The glance turned into a glare when the small orange thing which turned out to be a very familiar looking feline, a feline which he'd had to throw back into the TARDIS a number of times because it Would. Not. Stop. Following. Him., started rubbing up against the legs of the Founder of Time Lord Society.

As he watched, the cat continued to rub up against Rassilon who was determined to ignore it as he continued with his speech. The cat soon disappeared under Rassilon's robes and started twining around Rassilon's legs in a tight figure eight, being sure to give the outside side of each leg an extra rub if he was interpreting what was going on with the moving lump under Rassilon's robes correctly.

Rassilon's left leg slowly picked itself up, and moved itself backwards. As it was swiftly moving forwards in a carefully timed arc which would bring it on a collision course with the moving lump, a certain feline shot out of Rassilon's robes. Rassilon's leg continued moving forward after hitting air where the feline was supposed to be, he overbalanced, and after a half second of frantic windmilling, he ended up falling backwards to the floor.

For a moment, he wished he'd had a camera so he could've saved this moment in a manner he could've shared with everybody without freaking any of them out too much as unfortunately happened far more often than he liked when he tried directly sharing his memories with others. Had he still been the Doctor, he probably would've even posted the footage to Youtube and every other video sharing site he could think of, even if he would've had to give it a lame title along the lines of "Improperly Designed Two-Legged Creature Falls Over Trying to Kick a Quadruped" or "Guy Who Looks Like That Bond Guy From the Eighties Falls Over While Trying to Kick A Cat" in the exceedingly lucky few societies that had no idea who Rassilon was.