Noah entered the pet shop with his bird in tow.

“The bitch needs a collar. Engrave ‘SLUT KITTEN’ on the dog tag.”

She pouted, running her fingers over the bulge of his one-eyed trouser snake.

“Kitty needs it now.”

“Kitty needs it now,” he parroted. “Does she?”

She nodded, standing on one foot, like a flamingo with her pink hair.

Noah raised an eyebrow at the owner, who nodded and turned the sign to ‘Closed’.

She squealed like a stuck pig as she was DP’d.

Afterwards, she purred with pleasure. The cat who had got the cream in both holes.