"I'll like, just be two minutes!" And with that Kitten was gone, practically bouncing the whole way. Of course she wouldn't have any social life to speak of. Of course she would be stuck with her Daddy even in her mid-to-late-twenties. Just for her good mood, when she found what she was looking for, she didn't immediately spill killer-mothbait all over it.
She just stuck a wee little microchip under the tag. The killer bugs wouldn't go after the girl until well after she was--
"Heyy!! Wait!" she waved, bearing down on her retreating prey.