Casey was getting a headache. How can you tell that a cat’s getting a headache? It was all in the whiskers. It seemed like the twitch disappears at the idea of cat headache. “I think you’re being hy-sterical,” he meowed. “You should calm down.”
That’s when Daisy went off the wall, cat-style. “How canz you callz me hysterical you lushy cat!” she yowled. “I shouldz pullz yourz whiskers!”
Joey fell back on his butt with his right paw on his head. You have to keep in mind that these boys were really hungover. Casey couldn’t believe the tone of that meow. It could’ve scared the meows out of the toughest cats. “WOULD YOU CHILL OUT!” Casey demanded. “I’m sure the Mayor is going to come back any second.”
As if on cue… a familiar cat pawed into the picture.
And it wasn’t the Mayor!It was the famous Darlene!