'My word' says Phoebe, as a cat flies past the window.
'My word indeed', says her sister, born five minutes earlier than her, rendering her the elder sister.
'How is your trout dahling?'
'Good, but a little bit too existentially motivated for my tastes'
'Yes, I know what you mean. Perhaps breeders should concentrate on quantity not quality a little bit.'
'Indeed'
Valentine the cat screams a warning about an impending fire, started by Connie, that threatens to consume them all.
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