Marinette's tongue poked out of her mouth in concentration as she slid the bead on to the string. However, when her phone vibrated the beads scattered everywhere. "Please tell me that's not another akuma attack," Nikki grumbled sleepily from her hammock. "No, its Mom."

Marinette silently read the text.

Mom: Hi, honey. Can you please come talk to Cat? We're trying to make souffles, and we need quiet.

Marinette: I'll be down in a minute.

Even before Marinette got downstairs, she could hear a banging and singing. She skidded to a stop outside when she saw her partner marching up and down the sidewalk with two trashcans lids as cymbals and in his mouth was a kazoo. "Kitty? What are you up to?"

Cat's green eyes lit up, and he took the kazoo from his mouth and stashed in his belt. "I'm just so happy, Princess!" He dropped his cymbals as he grabbed Marinette and swung her around. "You and Ladybug are my best friends, and I'm not a lonely kitty anymore!" "That's great, sweetheart, but do you need a kazoo?" Cat stopped swinging her around. "Oh, was it a bit loud?" "Well, Mom and Dad are making souffles and….." "Chocolate?" Cat asked, licking his lips. "Maybe. But souffles need quiet, so how about we tone down the noise, okay?" "Sounds good. I'll be back for my souffle in awhile."

Before Marinette could say anything, Cat was bounding off. "Whew. At least, it's a bit quieter now."

Marinette was able to finish her beaded project with without interruptions and decided to make a cup of coffee and relax on the balcony.

However, as soon as she went up, she heard Cat singing again. "I just want to be a Cat Boi, purring and lazing in the sun!" Oh, that was it. Going back down to her room, Marinette started to make a sign that said, "No Cat Boi's allowed."

"Princess, I have returned!" Cat said, awhile later. Marinette was silent, holding up her sign. "Nooo!" Cat wailed. He'd been at the catnip again, for his eyes were crossed and he was acting high. "Come on, let's go sleep in your box."

"Can I at least bring my kazoo?" Oh, dear Kwamis, help her. "No, no kazoo." He grumbled as he plopped down in his box, sticking out his pink tongue at her. "When you've calmed down, maybe you can stay for supper."

Marinette went downstairs, finally sipping her coffee. Two minutes later, she was once again serenaded by the kazoo. "What I don't do for love," she groaned, then giggled.

It was just a typical day at the Dupan-Cheng's, and Marinette wouldn't have it any other way.