The cat passed by Clover's face. She slowly shoved it to the side so she could continue watching her reality tv. Another cat climbed up to her lap, unlike the other one, this one had its claws out.

"Ouch!" Clover slapped the cat out of her lap and rubbed at the red marks it left on her thigh.

Another cat started jumping onto her head, covering her eyes with its tails. Clover stood straight up, throwing the cat off her head while growling.

"That's it! I've had it with these smelly cats." Clover groaned.

"Same." Sam appeared in the doorway with band-aids all over her body.

"Somebody gotta tell Alex that we're not running a cat shelter."

"With all these cats around, I'm starting to think we are."

Alex had been working for an animal rescue centre and with every cat the girl saved, she'd bring them back to their house. The first cat was loved by both Sam and Clover, the second one got a pass from Sam, the third one barely got a nod of approval from Clover. Now, with six cats in the house, Sam and Clover have had enough.

Clover moved the cat away from the stool so she can sit on it. "Look, she's coming home in 3 hours. You should start preparing the speech now."

"Woah hey, why do I have to be the one?"

"Because you always do it. It'd be out of character for me."

"Which is why you should start doing it. I don't want to be the bad cop anymore!"

"I don't want Alex to hate me!" Clover said.

Sam cocked her brow. "And you're fine with her hating me?"

"Well…" Clover glanced upwards, avoiding eye contact.

HOUR 1

Clover clicked her pen. She jumped off the stool and stretched. "Ok, I'm done! How does this sound?"

She read it out the speech she's written. "Dear Alex."

"Stop right there." Sam grabbed the paper out of Clover's hands and read it out loud herself. "I'd like to start by saying I totally have no problems with the cats living here but unfortunately for us, Sam also lives here. Wait a minute!"

Sam skimmed through the rest of the speech. "This isn't a confronting speech! You're just blaming me."

"I don't wanna be the villain. That's your role!"

Sam ignored the insult. "You are re-writing this!" She shoved the paper in the blonde's face.

Clover grabbed the paper out of her face and dropped it on the kitchen counter. "This is a total waste of time. If we say the wrong things, she'll kick us out and have the cats move in permanently."

"Which is why we need to prepare a speech."

Clover turned to the paper and back at Sam, debating whether getting rid of the cats is worth writing an essay for. After a while, she finally came to a decision and shrugged the paper off. "I'll make my peace with the cats. You write the speech."

Clover handed Sam the paper but before the redhead could get a hold of it, one of the cats jumped up and dugs its claws into the piece of paper, successfully tearing it into shreds.

All the two girls could do was to stare at the sudden absurd scene that played out with the cat being joined by its friends as they ripped the pieces apart together.

"Give me the pen." Clover demanded. "We need to get rid of these demonic cats, asap."

HOUR 2

Clover slammed the paper right on Sam's desk, startling the poor girl who was only trying to read in peace.

"I'm extremely proud of this." Clover commented. She sat on the desk, eager to see Sam's reaction to the speech that she had put all her effort in, even more than she did with her homework.

Sam smiled, seeing Clover's usual demeanor changed completely over her own work was quite entertaining. Sam cleared her voice.

"Alex, as a dear friend of yours, I must request you to exterminate the repugnant felines that are your cats. Knowing your truculent nature, I understand you won't be docile to the idea howev-" Sam paused before reading the rest to herself.

"Clover…what? I'm pretty sure Alex doesn't even understand half of these words and I'm a little surprised that you do." Sam flipped to the back page. "You even included a Shakespeare's quote in here."

"Thou art unfit for any place but hell." Clover quoted. "You like it?"

"I'm more scared by it…" Sam gave her a puzzled look. Had her friend been a secret genius this whole time?

"I used the Thesaurus for almost every single word." Clover said.

Sam sighed with relief and almost happiness at the explanation. She handed Clover back the paper. "You might as well write it in French because by the time she finished translating this, she won't even remember what it's about."

Clover pouted, her eyes were filled with disappointment. All of her hardwork for nothing.

She took the piece of paper back to her seat and went back to the drawing board. She tapped the pen on the desk a few more times, trying to come up with something.

"I lost my passion." She said.

Clover got up, paced back and forth in front of Sam trying to generate some words which appeared to be an impossible task. Sam diverted her eyes from the book she was reading to her friend who was mumbling random phrases like an insane person.

"Clover, what are you doing?" Sam finally asked.

"I need my muse." Clover said. "Help me out here."

Sam grabbed her own pen. "Fine. First, we need to be firm."

"How firm?"

"Just enough."

HOUR 3

Clover punched the table. "If they're not gone in 12 hours, we will personally throw them out the windows along with you!"

"Perfect!" Sam scribbled wildly. "Harsher!"

Clover scratched her head. "Your cats are a catastrophic mess just like our lives the moment they enter!"

"Burn her!" Sam encouraged.

"Your cats are so horrible, Catwoman changed her identity when she saw them!"

Sam joined in. "Your cats are so smelly, Phoebe Buffay was inspired by them!"

"Your cats are so lazy, they make Garfield a workaholic!"

Sam opened her mouth but closed it when she noticed the front door knob jiggled. The two girls sat up, expecting Alex to come in and she did. Alex stumbled in clumsily with a box and her backpack stacked on it.

"Well well, look who's finally home." Clover crossed her arm.

"A hello is fine." Alex greeted back.

Sam pushed a stool forward. "Alex, please take a seat."

Alex flicked her eyes back and forth between her friends, hesistating to sit down. She slowly pulled the stool further away from Sam and carefully settled herself down. "What's up?"

"We have some problems we need to discuss with you." Sam brought out the long speech they've been working on. She cleared her voice and spoke in a matter of fact voice. "Alex, your cats are a disgrace an—"

"Oh is this about my cats?" Alex asked with concern. "If they're bothering you, I'll try to keep them in their own play pen in my room."

She picked up two cats close to her and cuddled them while Clover and Sam stood by speechless.

Clover stuttered. "Right, b-but, um, your cats are so smelly, that they, um—"

Alex sniffed her cats. "Oh they are. That's alright I'll wash them tomorrow." She flashed a smile and petted her cats who purred in response.

Clover and Sam turned to each other, both completely unprepared for this surprise turn of events. Clover nudged Sam to take action but the redhead just sat still.

"I'm sorry, you guys were saying something about my cats?" Alex looked back up at them, her face lightened up, enhancing the hazel puppy eyes that caused Clover and Sam to choke on their words.

They debated whether they had the guts to break the girl's heart through back and forth glances when they finally both gave in.

Sam sighed. "Nothing. It's just we love having them around."

Alex's smile widened. "That's great news because…" She paused for effect before opening the box she's been carrying. "Guess who I brought home!"

A little kitten jumped out of it and straight into Alex's lap as if they've planned it before. "You guys are fine with this right?"

Clover shot a glance at Sam. "You handle it." She scuffed back to her room.

Sam shrugged, feeling as defeated as Clover. She joined Clover. Alex was left alone with her 7 cats circling her. She stroked their heads and smiled to herself.

"Works everytime."