"I keep on trying to write something clever," Jeanne moaned aloud. "But that damned dripping from next door is driving me insane."
"They've probably let the tub overflow," Claude, the grey cat, said as he cleaned himself.
"Tub would make a more whooshing sound," Harley, the Dalmatian argued.
"I agree," said Figgy, the black and white cat. She rarely agreed with any dog, let alone Harley, but she always disagreed with Claude.
"Then it's the kitchen tap," Claude suggested in a bored tone. "I mean, whatever. Why does it matter?"
"I'm trying to play a writing game here," Jeanne snapped.
"Well," Claude countered, "maybe you should write. You know, just write. God knows you're at that computer day and night." The other animals nodded their heads, including two other dogs who don't get speaking lines in this case.
"Fine," Jeanne muttered. "It's gotta be better than nothing. At least I've tried."
The animals yawned, curled up, and ignored the dripping sound. Pity that Jeanne couldn't do the same.
