I just hurried past a gauntlet of cats singing and dancing to the tune of Irene Cara's "Fame." As I rushed by, I heard them sing, "We'll gnaw on your feet. Feet! We're gonna bite them forever..."
I must admit, lead tabby Collette and her kittens are in tune and in step. Still, those lyrics don't bode well for me, and I'm getting tired of hiding in this room. Eventually, I'll need to eat, and I'll have to brave an inevitable foot-biting session. I could wear shoes, but that won't stop these audacious felines.
Maybe I should just accept my fate and offer to be Collette's business manager.
