Cynthia is gushing at the computer.
Cynthia: Awww… Marcy… look at this illustration. It just says it all, doesn’t it? My heartbeat is in cat form ’cause I love you soooooo much…
Marcy starts to gag.
Cynthia (still fixated on the cat heartbeat): Awwww…
Marcy continues to gag.
Cynthia (still gushing): Awwww…
Cynthia impulsively scoops up Marcy in her arms to give her a kitty kiss.
Cynthia: Smooch smooch smooch …
Marcy throws up a hairball on Cynthia’s arm just as Penelope Kitten rushes into the room with an important announcement.
penelope kitten: someone missed the litterbox.
Cynthia (sniffing): I thought I smelled something.
Marcy (outraged): When are you going to learn how to use the litterbox, Penelope?!
penelope kitten: wasn’t me.
Marcy: Yes it was! You’re the only one who misses. You do it on purpose, don’t you?
penelope kitten: maybe. maybe not.
Marcy: It’s not polite and it’s not sanitary.
penelope kitten: maybe. maybe not. maybe. maybe not.
Penelope Kitten reaches up to shred the arm off the sofa just as Marcy pushes off Cynthia to catapult herself onto the screen door and then onto Penelope Kitten’s back.
The two cats race off at top speed while knocking over everything in their path including a vintage lamp, a potted plant, and the TV.
Cynthia surveys her demolished house and torn Anthropologie sweater and then checks her cat heartbeat again.
She wonders what it would be like to have goldfish for pets instead of cats.
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