THE DER KATZEN FAMILY WAS THE MOST UNUSUAL FAMILY ON THE BLOCK.
If you talked to their neighbors, 'unusual' wasn't the first that came up. Sure, they had their quirks, but not the kind that would make others say "Yeah, they're the resident weirdos."
The der Katzens were Klaustreich, and that was what made them unusual. What made them even more unusual was that they were attempting Weider Klaustreich.
That day, Frank der Katzen was leaving for work, which was for Sherman & Littleton LLP, a law firm on the outskirts of Portland. As he walked out to the car his cell phone rang. "Hello?" he said into the phone.
"Hey Frankie, it's your favorite Coyotl." the voice on the other end said.
"What do you want, Harley?" he asked, opening the car door.
"OK, Mr. Grumpy Pants, I want you to be at work. Like, pronto. Because the Boss needs you to deal with a crazy Skalengeck."
"Why can't you deal with the crazy Skalengeck?" Frank asked irritably.
"Because they creep me out with that weird forked-tongue-hanging-out thing that they do." Harley shuddered.
"That's supposed to intimidate you, you idiot." Frank replied.
"Well, it's working." Harley answered.
"For a Coyotl, you sure are a wimp." The Klaustreich said.
"Touche, Mister 'I can't swim in three feet of water.'" The Coyotl replied.
"I'm a cat, what did you expect? The Olympics?" Frank asked.
"Damn. I have nothing against you." Harley muttered.
"That's because cats are smarter than dogs." Frank replied, slipping into the car and closing the door behind him.
Harley growled on the other end. "I could kill you for that, Frank de Katzen." he said.
"Well, don't." Frank replied. He started the ignition. "We'll resume this conversation when I get to the office. Bye." Frank hung up on Harley and backed out of his driveway.