It was a rough day for imagery.
Tata: So how is the feline quartet?
Darla: Ah! The Gang of Fur! Samantha was sick so I took her to the vet. The last thing I need would be to kill off your father’s cat.
Tata: She’s okay?
Darla: Yeah, I enjoyed giving her antibiotics twice a day for a week.
Tata: She’s a sweet pussycat but I can see her trying to julienne you.
Darla: Last night, Edgar sat on my desk with foam running down his chin. I thought, ‘Terrific. He’s got rabies.’ I sniffed him and realized somewhere in the house lay an empty tube of toothpaste.
Tata: So, Gang of Fur: is it Madame Mao or I Love A Man In Uniform?
Darla: Do you know I’ve had four cats for ten years and you’re the first person to ask?