Bird is the word! Flamingo performance art!…
10 am. Monday morning.
Marcy is mad. She’s watching Cynthia’s pick for the Monday moggy movie post.
Marcy (disgusted): What is this? There’s no cats in this video. Just some stupid stuck-up birds.
Cynthia and Penelope Kitten are thrashing about doing The Trashmen’s Surfin’ Bird song and dance. Loudly and badly.
Cynthia (flapping her elbows): Bird. Bird. Bird is the word, my Marcy.
penelope kitten (squeak singing): bird. bird. b-b-bird…
Marcy (jealously): Hmpf. Look at those snooty birds. They think they’re so great with their choreography and long necks and beachfront home and perfect pink feathers.
Cynthia: Oh you’re just jealous of those fabulous flamingos.
Marcy: Fabulous flamingos my foot.
Cynthia: Better get used to the birds. Flamingos are “in” right now.
penelope kitten : yeah yeah. they’re all over.
Marcy: All over what? They live in Florida.
penelope kitten: shirts. socks. dresses. watches. rompers. swimsuits. it’s fabulous flamingo fashion.
Marcy: Whatever. I’m not worried.
Marcy hits “publish” on the flamingo video post as Cynthia and Penelope Kitten collapse from too much “birding”.
Marcy (smugly): Flamingos are a fad. Felines are forever.