Black cats thriving in Roman ruins…
Marcy: Hey Penelope.
penelope kitten (squeaking): yeah yeah?
Marcy: Why don’t you go visit this black cat colony in Rome? You can interview them or something since you’re now so famous and whatever from being in that book and all.
Penelope Kitten and Cynthia take a look at the video of a spay/neutered, cared-for, black cat colony in Rome.
Marcy: And while you’re there why don’t you stay there?
Marcy: She hogs the sunspots all day. She eats all my food. She sings. Nonstop. Out of tune I might add. And then she tries to give me parking tickets when I’m enjoying nap time in the middle of the hallway. And you people think she’s “adorbs” so she gets away with it.
penelope kitten (correcting her): “totes adorbs”.
Marcy (pouting): Plus, she’s getting more famous than me.
penelope kitten: fine.
Penelope Kitten walks out of the room
penelope kitten (dramatically): arrivederci.
Cynthia: Aw, Penelope. (to Marcy) Where is she going?
Marcy (grumpily): Don’t worry. She’s headed in the direction of the food bowls, not Italy.
Indeed, they watch Penelope Kitten head towards the food bowls, and not Italy.
Two minutes later.
penelope kitten (singing loudly out of tune with a mouthful of food): “oh sole mio”.