As Zeda sat up she noticed one of the cats shooting off. That would explain the taste of fur in her mouth. Wiping cat-dribble out of her eye, she went to see what all of the fuss was about. The two cats were yowling at the tumble-drier, which was rocking gently in a way tumble driers don't normally rock. She knew she hadn't put anything on to dry before the party, so it really shouldn't be on now. Cautiously, and puzzledly, she switched it off. In the sudden silence, she thought she could hear voices from inside the drier. Putting it down to the zany carters, she started to head away, then realised that the cats were, if anything, yowling at it even more loudly than before. And there were definitely voices coming from inside. Quiet, subdued and muffled voices, but voices none-the-less.
Very, very cautiously Zelda slowly opened the door, jumping back in shock as a pile of some-how very-relieved looking socks, scarves and other items launched themselves out of the drier. She could have sworn she heard the scarf mutter something about how they would have been out quicker if they'd it done the scarf's way.
Scratching her head in bewilderment, she found a sore spot. This reminded her that something had fallen on her when she came, and she went back to the door to investigate. She recognised the bewildered-looking aquatic mammal by the front door as a PNS seal. Thoughtfully, she picked up the phone.
"Hello? Is that Monts-n-Mags Enterprises? Do you have anything to shield my apartment against PNS poiting? You do? Wonderful! No - I don't mind that it's only just come out of beta testing. You don't have anything that can deal with SHUMS too, do you? No? Never mind..."
(and that's it. Unfortunately, I enjoyed writing that one, so I may inflict more upon you all
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