"See you later Chloe," Suzan called before she left for the day. As soon as the door shut, Chloe whacked her bowl of diet food away. However, instead of going straight for the refrigerator like she always does, the gray tabby cat approached the window. Grabbing her walkie talkie from her basket as she passed by, she radioed in, "Alright, my owner has left. What is the status right now?"
"Sweetpea and I haven't seen anything yet up here," Norman squeaked from his position on the rooftop. He was sitting in the shade of the metal exhaust. Meanwhile, Sweetpea was flying in circles around the apartment building, waiting to see the imposter arrive.
"I'm on my way to you guys right now. I got a call from Porkchop, he says he just saw a fluffy white Pomeranian coming towards the building," Pops spoke into the walkie talkie that Myron was holding up to his ear. Getting across the street safely, he continued, "It must be our imposter."
"So far we're clear on the south and west side of the building. I won't be surprised if we see her soon though," Buddy reported, peering down from the fire escape in front of his window. Just then, Sweetpea could be heard chirping over the walkie talkie. "Guys," Mel spoke a moment later from his own window in the north, "She's here."
"Pops, hurry as fast as you can. Everyone else, get to my apartment," Chloe ordered, "We need to be prepared for war."
