It's a beautiful morning and the telephone rings at Sweet Praline's cottage. It's Bhu! "One of mai clientz iz in jail and me gotta getz him out!" "Take your time, Bhu," Sweet Praline purred. "Melvin has stopped by for a little visit." Bhu knew she would be entertained: Praline has a special spot in her heart for dear little Melvin and likes to smother him with motherly advice and love. You see, Sweet Praline was not able to have little kitties of her own, a sadness that she hides away where no one can see. As they lounged in the summer sunshine on Praline's front lawn, she took the opportunity to give some "counsel" herself -- advising and teaching "little Mouchois" on all the peccadillos of Fursville society, and how he must learn and grow to be a proper mancat.Little did Praline know, while she and Melvin conversed on the front lawn, that behind the house, waiting for their "golden moment" were Goma, Romeo and Jasper. They would never tell, but the call to Bhu was little more than a ploy, a trick, by this "threesome". They wanted Bhu out of the way, so they could come courting Praline themselves! Oh, horrors!Goma was bringing a bottle of expensive nip champage, and wearing his best tie. Romeo had his box of chocolates, his hope renewed. Only he knew that inside the box were "caramel pralines," her favorite. Caramel pralines are the only thing Romeo knew were sweeter than Miss Praline. And Jasper brought a very special sunflower, grown in his own garden -- special with it's heart-shaped leaves; and of course, he brought Kong, something the two of them had enjoyed playing with together on past dates. The three were anticipating good things, good times.
Across town, Maggy decided to accompany town's "daring devil dog" on a country ride and a lakeside picnic. It had been an invitation impossible to turn down... for she did have great affection for Khyra... and he even brought helmets, how considerate. She held tight to him as they rode off out of town all the while wondering if Bhu was thinking about her. Would he call this evening? Hmmmmm . . .