THE NEXT MORNING...

Yawning loudly, Chloe stretched out her tired muscles. She was in her own bedroom in her own bed. Scratching her ear, the tabby cat got up. Getting a shower and dressed, she headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"There you are Chloe! Breakfast is ready. Just the way you like it," Violet told Chloe when she saw her. The elderly border collie motioned towards the stack of pancakes and waffles at the table. The tabby cat smiled warmly at the dog that had raised her ever since she was a kitten before sitting down and grabbing the syrup.

"So, whatcha gonna do?" Violet asked, taking her own seat at the table. Cutting her waffles, Chloe replied, "Well, I'm going down to Papa John's and see if I can get a job there." The border collie smiled as she whispered, "I wish you the best of luck then."

Purring, Chloe meowed, "Thanks Mom."

"You have food in your mouth," Violet pointed out. The two laughed at that.