Hey Daphne! There's a slumber party going on and I heard they were wishing they had cats. Want to go?
What does one do at a slumber party Clare?
Well, sleep, I imagine.
But I was already asleep, until you woke me up.
Yes, but they probably have food before they go to sleep. They'd have to have something besides just sleeping, or they wouldn't call it a party. Come on. We don't have to stay if we don't like it.
When we found the house, it was mass confusion, something we should have expected. People running around shooting grapes at each other amidst drifting balloons. There didn't seem to be anything to eat but cake a pizza. The sudden bang from a collision of a balloon and a spork sent Daphne and me running to the side of the room in alarm.
This isn't any fun Clare. And I don't like pizza and cake.
Wait a minute Daphne. It could get to be fun. Look at these sleeping bags. Humans get in them when they finally get tired and they don't have a bed. I wonder what would happen if we were already in a couple of them? You know, a gentle claw to a foot when we are intruded upon? A loud yowl in the dark perhaps?
That would serve them right for not having any shrimp for us. I'll take this blue bag. You take that red one next to me.
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