The royal clowder summoned him to a meeting by the front door. The first floof said, “The weather outside is cold.” The second added, “It’s wet,” and the third went on, “And windy.”
“This must be stopped,” the first finished. “Fix it.”
“I can’t fix it,” the human replied. “I have no control over the weather, guys.”
Cat tails swished. “Silence,” the first floof roared. “If you can’t do it, we’ll replace you with someone who can.”
The three cats stalked off as the man laughed and shouted, “Go ahead and try.”
“Oh, we will,” the floofs replied. “We will.”
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