As he spoke the furry bar room brawl spread across the floor with a third little kitten pouncing out of the box and landing four paws sqaure on top of the other two like a tuxedo tornado.
The ladies did not care to listen to the cute bartender at this point, but rather managed to catch five of the eight kittens, and lovingly place them in the box again.
Meanwhile a tiny little kitten crept out from behind the aspadestra and hissed me I no be eees I be ooors. And he kept to where the ladies were and clamberred
On to daisy's knee and said I eees ooors.