Groaning, Chloe lay on her back in Pops' apartment. She was still experiencing a lot of pain in her stomach. The tabby cat mostly had to drag herself over to the old basset hound's apartment. Though she hated the old dog, she needed someone's knowledge to figure out what was wrong with her. Lucky for Chloe, Pops was home.

Just then, Pops returned from the room where he and Myron were examining X-rays they had taken of Chloe. The old basset hound approached Chloe warily, biting his lip nervously. "Well, what is it?" the tabby cat questioned the dog. Still looking nervous, Pops glanced over at Myron for support, only to realize that the hamster had abandoned him to tell the cat the news. Sighing, the elderly canine pushed a small folder towards Chloe before backing away.

Puzzled and a little scared, Chloe took the folder and opened it. Her jaw dropped at what she saw. She blinked her eyes repeatedly, hardly believing what she was seeing. It can't be... she thought quietly, her tail curling. The tabby cat briefly looked over at Pops. Gazing down at Chloe, all Pops could tell her was, "Guess you better go find the father."