Thread:Thunderbird3InternationalRescue/@comment-25600892-20190707123824/@comment-33744259-20190711154812

Okay then:

One afternoon, Joan was reading a magazine and listening to her I-Pod when her mother, Carrie, came downstairs. She was wearing a red short-sleeved lace dress with red ballet flats on her feet as well as red lipstick on her lips

"Wow," said Joan, "You look great, Mom!"

"Why, thank you," said Carrie.

"Though, why are you dressed like that," Joan asked.

"Well, Joan, I met a very nice man while I was at the store earlier," said Carrie, "And tonight, he's taking me out to dinner, then to the DCPA to see a production of Nirvamlet."

"Sweet," said Joan, "Though, what about me?"

"Don't worry," said Carrie, "I spoke with Gil's mother, and she said you can have dinner at Gil's house and maybe spend the night, as we might be home late."

"Alright," said Joan.

Just then, they heard a horn honking, and when Joan looked out the window, she saw a 1981 Mercedes-Benz 300D limousine parked outside.

"No way," Joan said to herself, "Mom's dating a rich guy!"

Then, the doorbell rang.

"Come in," said Carrie.

The door opened and a male cat walked in. He had yellow fur and was wearing a purple pork-pie hat, a short-sleeved button-down shirt, and purple suede shoes.

"Who's this, Mom," Joan asked as she came over.

"Joan," said Carrie, "Meet Mister Thomas Bixby, or "Top Cat"."

"My friends just call me "TC"," said Top Cat, "You must be Joan."

"I am," said Joan, "Are you rich?"

"Yes, actually," said TC, "In fact, I'm the proud owner of Granddad TC's Homestyle Cookies."

"Oh, cool," said Joan.

TC then looked at his pocket watch.

"We better go, Carrie," said TC, "Our reservation's at 5."

"Alright," said Carrie, who then kissed Joan, "Bye, Joan!"

"Bye, Mom," Joan said, "Have a nice time!"