Miniature Hoofed Equines
"MREEP MREEP MREEP MREEP!"
The alarm went off at an unholy hour, and the Katters flung a pillow at it before realizing that this particular annoyance was *not* Zeebs for once.
Not that his presence was absent from the scene. "What in dear hell's name is that," he hissed, rubbing at his eyes.
Kat looked around the room and realized with a start what in dear hell's name it was. "SHIT! Sor has a pony, I have to go!" she scrambled out of bed, found she was still entangled in the bedding, and fell, undignified, to the floor.
Zeebs flipped on the light, ignoring her hiss of hatred, and turned off the alarm. It had bright blue and red lights and was, in fact, shaped like a small horse. "Sor has a pony?" he muttered in deliberately understated tones. "So you felt the need to install an alarm to tell you just that?"
"I refuse to let her have a pony." Kat hissed, shaking the sheets off her right foot. "It's bad enough that that Lazarus thing is still alive, but after the