Zulu looked at the Hunter. "So where did the mutt come from?" The parrot advanced forward bravely, hopping onto the arm of the couch. "How many times do I gotta say it Purple, you cannot trust cats."
Lisha was equally looking at the dog curiously. "I think it's a dog Zulu."
Zulu raised her wings with a flair, "Cat, dog, they are all the same. But cats are the worst. I remain steadfast in my belief that we should erase them all from existence. A good cat is a dead cat."
Lisha rolled her eyes.
"Are you taking this down Lisha?" Zulu asked. "My words are gold. I am going to use that line on our next show....hmmm...a good cat is a dead cat. No---, the only good cat--the best cat, is a dead cat."
Sunshine waited for Lisha to rebuke Zulu, after all, she had a pet cat. But Lisha just sat back and sipped wine. She did not seem to care much. And she was not taking down any notes.
"You talk a lot." Hunter finally spoke.
Zulu was so shocked that she fell off the couch.
