A.N: This was technically written two nights ago, while it was still Winter!  😅

Clipboard Kat: *Walks in, shivering and stamping her feet*  Aah!  It's so nice to be back in our cozy, warm brain-  

CK: Wait a minute, something's not quite right here...

CK: *Hesitantly lifts hat off of her head and slips off a glove with an air of reluctance, wriggling her fingers to test the air*

CK: *Hisses and jams the hat and glove back on*

Literary Kat: "Billows in*  CURSES!!!  Methinks it's a mite chilly on this fine Winter's eventide.  Didst thou neglect to pay the gas bill, sister?

CK: I certainly did not forget!!!

LK: Then I fail to see the reason that we must endure this frosty atmosphere.

Unladylike Kat: *Stomps inside*  You guys better watch yourselves, it's COLD out out there!  Thank goodness we have indoor heat-  *Trails off*

UK: .....................

UK: WHERE'S MY HEAT?!!  I'm freezing my butt off here!!!

Genteel Kat: *Catches the end of her twin's outburst*  DERRIERE, PLEASE!!!

UK: *Shrugs*  Whatever you say.

GK: You disappoint me in so many ways...  *Fans herself*

UK: Uh, aren't you just fanning more cold air at your face?

GK: *Abruptly snaps her fan shut*  Indeed, I had just realized that right at this moment, thank you very much.

UK: Heh, you're welcome!

GK: *Turns to CK*  Clipboard, is the thermostat broken?

CK: I really don't  know.

UK: It was working fine earlier.

LK: Well.  It was working well.

UK: *Glares at Literary Kat*

LK: *Tactfully avoids eye contact and starts to read a book*

UK: *Snorts*

Woodland Kat: *Cheerfully joins them, wearing little else but a t-shirt and shorts*

WK: Hello, everybody!

Everyone else: *Goggles at her*

WK: What is it?

UK: Aren't you..?

WK: Aren't I what?

UK: Aren't you, you know?  Cold?

WK: .............................

WK: Huh.

WK: Yeah, I guess that it is slightly nippy out there today.  *Shrugs and walks away, humming to herself*

UK: IT'S HER.

CK: Do you actually have any proof?

UK: *Waves her hand wildly at Woodland Kat's retreating figure*  Didn't you see how she was dressed?!!  C'mon, it's gotta be her!!!

GK: Her ways are strange to us, that's all.

CK: I have to agree with Genteel on this one.  It's not in Woody's character.  I'll go ask Rebel and Violent if they know anything.

UK: *Mutters*  Not likely.

GK and CK, simultaneously: GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!

UK: Aaaw..!

-1 minute later-

CK: Finishing explaining*  ..So, do either of you two know anything about our little heating problem?

Violent Kat: *Aggressively drives her fist into her punching bag*  Oh, that's nice.  Because we're the only ones who cause problems around here, right?!!  *Yells with rage and roundhouse-kicks the bag off of its stand*  HIIIII-YAAAAAAH!!!

Rebel: *Smirks with satisfaction as she applies the finishing touches to her new rebelliously-colored hot pink nails*

Rebel: Kudos to the Kat that did that, but it wasn't us.  We were both here together all day, and that's a fact.  Good-  Or rather, bad luck catching the culprit!  *Chuckles and blows on her nails to dry them off*

CK: But then who..?

Maker Kat: *Giggles gleefully as she scurries through the room*

MK: *Dumps an armful of various assorted knit and quilted items into Clipboard Kat's hands, then runs away*

MK: Teehee!

CK: .............................

CK: NO.

Rebel: *Casually*  Now, if I were you, which thank heavens I'm not, I would've started with questioning little Miss Maker over there.  She's been acting sus since the heat stopped.

VK: Yeah, and she was carrying a wicked-sharp looking pair of shears wrapped in fabric when she went near the thermostat earlier, and then there was a ZZZT!, and then no warmth, and after that she came the other way, and SHE HAD NO BLOODY SCISSORS!!!!  *Screams angrily and stomps on the downed punching bag like an elephant on steroids*

Rebel: Ya, basically that, but with less rage.

VK: *Heavy panting*  DIE!!!

CK: O-okay.

CK: *Suddenly tosses everything at Rebel: MAKEEEEER!!!

MK: *Screams and dashes off to hide*  IT WASN'T ME!!!

CK: *Follows her*

Rebel: *Glances around*

Rebel: *Snuggles into the pile and sighs contentedly while Maker Kat begs for mercy in the background*

Word count: 641