“Zooey!” Fritz screamed from the living room, “Zoooeeeey! Help!” Zooey ran into the room in the process of tying a robe around herself and looking around frightened.

“What? No, don’t tell me,” she guessed frantically, holding her chin in the air, “You found a clean coffee mug.” Fritz mimed wildly with his arms toward the couch.

“Zooey, I think the sofa just gave birth to kittens,” he gasped as he groped under the couch. He pulled out a green dishtowel with an orange face and two large green eyes. He held the bundled kitten in outstretch arms with his face turned away.

“Take it, take it!” Fritz squealed, shaking the kitten in Zooey’s face.

“Mr. Williamson!” Zooey cried, grabbing the kitten and clutching it in her arms.

“You two know each other?” Fritz said quizically with an air of disgust.

“It’s our neighbour’s cat, Mittens, who I recently renamed, he’s been missing for a couple of days, I don’t know how he got over here, what are we going to say?”

“The couch ate him?” Fritz said.