“Cats.” he said uncomfortably, “They snuck through the dog door at night. Took out Roscoe our scout Chihuahua before we knew they were there, just slapped him silly with those wicked scythe like claws. Then they got on the counters and..and..”
He teared up, stammered, then broke, “They pushed everything off the counter! Onto the floor, everything! Crash! Smash, tinkle tinkle! It was horror a thousand fold!”
And of course the “counselor” will speak with a German accent and wear spectacles. Would a lab coat be too much?