What Cats

What cats? Billy asked his new girlfriend. I don’t see any. Because he was focusing in on the femininity of her bathroom. Aren’t they in there? She asked. Amazed, being a cat mama. The cats were there, watching Billy while sharpening their claws. If he made one move they did not like, he would be minced and quartered. Billy could not ignore the smell of cats, and soon located them all. One was on his lap, and two were wound around his legs. His ankles weighed twenty extra pounds each as he left the bathroom. "Just like being at grandma's house," he said.