zoogirl takes a good look at the potted pot plant-
"Hey, that’s not pot! I think it’s CATNIP! Well! that might explain a few things…
whispers to Bobkitty
Oh, no! she’s found out our secret!
D’OH!!! You know what that means…
::sneaks up behind zoogirl and throws a bag over her::
Come on, Cougar… help me out, here…
::they drag the struggling, bagged zoogirl toward the door::
Nothing to see here. Move along. Nothing to see.
Hey! Wait a minute!! What the heck are you… Mmmph Huynh (muffled shrieks of outrage issue from the bagged zoogirl).
The band plays on, oblivious to zoogirl’s plight. Cougerfang and Bobkitty start dragging the squirming sack toword the door…outside, where the pool is!
umph… she’s HEAVY! after we dunk her, lets make her go on a diet, hey?
bag squirms even more
DUNK
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN
up a tree
down a tree
over puddle
through bushes
around a hill
bushes again
up a wall
on the roof
in the chimney
down the fireplace
into staring crowd
Ho ho ho! better get out of the way, mad Zoogirl coming, hey! leggo! Argh!!!
BANG!!!
The door slams open to reveal a sopping, spluttering, STEAMING zoogirl!
“WHADDYA MEAN DIET, YOU FLEABAGS!!!” zoogirl shreiks in outrage.
"Bobkitty, you’re lucky your tail’s so short, cause I oughta tie you and Cougarfang together and use ya for a bolo! Come here, you mange-magnets!’
Zoogirl wades into the room, leaving a trail of pool-water and indignation. The fur-girls leap for the highest available points, scrambling to stay out of the reach of zoogirl.
“And let me get one thing straight, this isn’t fat it’s MUSCLE! I ride a bike, okay? and I’m certinaly in good enough shape to fling a CAT–get my point?!”
yipes!
runs across ceiling
triple-hardened titanium claws can cut through wood pretty weeeeeeeellllllllllllllll…
plop
oh $#!+!!!
runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun
zoogirl races through the house in hot pursuit of the fleeing (and fleabitten) cats. As she passes the band, Frankie catches sight of her and cracks up in midsong. The rest of the guys begin laughing so hard they can’t play. Even Mr zoogirl is helplessly howling!
It’s too much for zoogirl! She screeches to a stop in front of the band, and walks menacingly up to them.
“Ya think it’s funny, eh?! Well, laugh at this!”
zoogirl suddenly shakes her head, hard, sending a shower of droplets from her long hair straight at the guys. Snap, crackle, POP! The water hits the guitars and Frankie’s mike. The guys jump in pain, cursing as they’re zapped!
“Who’s laughing now!” zoogirl flings over her shoulder, as she tears off after Cougarfang and Bobkitty.
The cat-girls are nowhere in sight, but a trail of torn furniture, ripped curtians, and clawed Dopers shows which way they went!
zoo-y, calm down sweet-ums. Let’s get you out of those wet things and into a hot tub. Just a hot-water tub, sorry, I don’t have a hot tub.
Which is probably just as well. The way things are going, it’d probably be full of Jell-O by now.
You just settle in and relax when the tub fills. There are towels in the closet and I’ll have something outside the door for you to put on when you get out.
And drinks. There’ll be drinks too. And snacks. Clothes, drinks and snacks just outside the door when you’re done.
You just relax.
Cougie! What do you think you’re up to? You and babekitten can play with Superdude all you want, but leave the rest of the guests out of your little… whatever it is. Don’t make me get my squirtgun. I know how you feel about water!
You and babekitten should appologize to poor zoo-y. Not now! Wait for her to come out first. I think she needs some “alone time”.
Now run along and play. Quietly!
ding
Oh! The meatballs are done! More food!
-Rue.
MEATBALLS?! scoops two out in passing, stuffs in cheeks
wanders over to the drinks table
glug, glug, glug, glug, GASP, glug, glug, glug, glug, SLURP!
slinks over to bathroom door
waits patiently
This is a hell of a show.
::Settling down on the couch to watch the shenannigans::
Awwww, shucks. ::shuffling paws guiltily:: Never get to have any fun.
::slinking over to bathroom door to wait for zoogirl to come out, staying well away from the bad-influence Cougar::
::hissing quietly:: [sub]This is all your fault, you know, Cougar.[/sub]
Who, me? YOU’RE the one who brought the catnip!
right?
[sub]Hehehehehe…little do Cougarfang and bobkitty know, I’ve secretly replaced their catnip with Folger’s Crystals©. Let’s see if they notice the difference.[sub]
I most certainly did not bring the catnip. It was here when I woke up pantless from my drunken stupor. I thought you brought it.
::looking around suspiciously::
What? WHAT?
Why is everyone looking at me . . . .
ghmph… glares one last time at Gartog
gives up vigil and stalks back over to catnip plant
CHOMP
surprised silence
~!@#%^&**^%#@#%^&&#@#%^&*_@!~#%%^&%^$^#%@@#@!@!*&%^!!!
glare
::bobkitty looks over from her position by the bathroom door::
What’s the matter, Cougar? Get a bad leaf? That stuff’s addictive, you know. Don’t make me go all intervention on you.
::rolls back over, putting all four paws in the air and her best pouty 'I’m sowwy" look on, waiting for zoogirl to finish her bath::
I tell you what, why don’t you take this ball of string, in way of an apology 
::wanders in off the street, curious to see what all the commotion and noise is all about. Saunters over to the couch, sits down between the handsome Rue and Superdude::
<in my best Kathleen Turner voice> Hello, boys. You look a little lonesome at the moment. How are y’all doing? And I brought my own Bacardi[sup]TM[/sup] and coke, in case the booze was running low. <That, and I really detest kool-aid.>
I notice the sweet kitties are at it again. And what pray tell did someone put in that plant? Looks like Cougar is gearing up for a rip-roaring time after tasting it.