We leave Anita in despair and Bugs who knows where. What a time for a commercial break!
But this just in:
In the normal course around here, my human spends hours staring at this lighted rectangle and pecking at these small oblong things under it – but now I can’t get her away not for love nor money. This morning I was especially sweet, touching her ever so gently on the nose with one cold paw – who knew it was 3:30 a.m. and anyway so what? the moon’s high in the sky and it’s time to rock n roll! –
Something about work? All very hush-hush. . . .
Anyways she says she has to do this thing, or we won’t eat.
So I guess I’ll go knock over something in the next room –
Nope, that didn’t work.
Let me try standing on the small oblong things.
Woo. Now she’s really bent out of shape.
I wonder if I . . . .
This transmission has been interrupted to test the tornado warning system. We’ll be back after a short break.
Don’t touch that dial.