"Well her highness here-," Chase laughed as the little Siamese kitten crawled across her shoulders, "-Has just been named I think. Yeah, you Princess. I always wanted to name an animal that. Like pit-bull. But she's tough, it'll work." She hadn't had any animals before, for fear of crushing them or blowing them away. This arrogant little cat seemed to take to her though, but was still watching Moe with interest. Sweet little Winston killer that he was.
"I saw birds and stuff, but wasn't sure if they were alive because they hadn't touched people," Chase explained, "I wasn't exactly concentrating on it either really. I was just glad I got home in time, you know?"