Thigamaboobah,
It's one big dump at that theatre cat's house. She performs so much that she doesn't tidy her house. So we do it for her. That's the deal. We get a nice warm bed each, in exchange for us tidying her mess up. We found she had an adopted daughter. At least we had help. Here is that adopted daughter of hers, Pluma:

Awesome lookin', isnt sheh?
She said to us: (Pluma's speech is blue)
Hiya! How ya doin'? Then a mean looking dog pushed Pluma to the floor and Pluma said:
"Vania! We've got people looking for your autograph and you'd best behave!!!" Then she winked at me. This is Vania:

Cassidy said that she needed a drink, but I think she just wanted to get away from the anti-goth-anti-butterfly-wolf person.
Doyo tried to look attractive but failed miserably.
Gotta sleep and stomp,
Delilah.
Quitting, giving everything to my sister snappyfish.