Kats in the Kitchen

Mrs Nolan moved into the kitchen which was noticably much warmer due to climate change. Mrs Nelson moved closer to Pingo which in turn raised his hackles. Pingo wore his shackles on his ankles and put his shingles on the roof. Now that was sorted, he began to open his book on the lost tribes of Newtown and pondered if there was indeed any cultural significance for a moment. Then Pingo cancelled his brain, put his emotions into neutral and headed off towards breakfast. Mrs Nolan turned suddenly when she heard Pingo shuffling with his shackles into the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?" she asked. Pingo thought of how much he would enjoy a bloody mary instead. "Yes please" Pingo replied. The kettle was put on the stove and soon there was a high pitched whistle in the air. "Should we ask Mrs Nelson if she would like some tea too?" Mrs Nolan politely quizzed. Pingo simply nodded until he started coughing up Kat dinosaurs and the kitchen was quickly filled with an ancient feline past. There wasn’t any room left for Pingo and Mrs Nolan, let alone their cups of tea... They would have to make do with historical fur balls instead.