Petra and the Litterbox "Well, now I'm mad..." Jane Anastasia the wolf-like grey Maine Coon snarled through her teeth. It had been thirty entire minutes since they'd been herded into their room for the night (they had a history of unruliness once their owners had retired to bed).Petra and the Litterbox by Kendra711
Petra, a white American short-hair with splotches of tabby stripes all over her body, sighed tiredly. "What is it, Jane?"
"That girl STILL hasn't come in here to clean our box!"
"Oh...that," Petra yawned. "Maybe she's doing something more important. Maybe she's finally about to reach the final level of Zuma's Revenge. She had this really intent look on her face when I saw her playing it tonight."
"Do you want to know what I think?" Jane asked. Petra didn't particularly, but wouldn't say so. Jane went on without really waiting for a reply. "This is obviously a deliberate gesture towards me!--ahem, us. Now I say we both yowl as loud as
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