Lord Tubbington was a good cat. He ate anything that little Brittany didn't like, and when little Santana came over, he'd make sure to rub up against her so she knew he loved her too. In all his years, he'd never seen them apart for very long, until that boy came along. That boy in the moving chair that seemed destined to run over his precious tail no matter what he did to avoid it.
But now the boy was gone. And little Santana and Brittany weren't so little anymore. He waited outside happily.