...but as time went on, it became necessary to increase the severity of the warning...

... it took weeks of patient effort...

...and a lot of hard work...

...but eventually the Catgirls got the message, and fled to a neighboring province.

(persephoneillust_v20, glora_stage3_hd, comfyui; beta/heun, cfg 5.0, 32 steps, sdxl_vae)

Naturally, the Baron understood that Catgirl was a staple food for the local villagers, especially over the winter months...

... so a he struck a deal with the neighboring Earl to allow a steady trade in Catgirl carcasses ...

... but providing a lean and nutritious source of protein for his loyal subjects. There's nothing like a slice of Catgirl pie after a hard day in the fields.