Lola Perry prided herself in being a polite, neat and sensible woman. She didn't say anything for the first few weeks when she cleaned the couch of cat hair. Never mind the two bedroom apartment she had moved into with her best friend and a few friends from college didn't allow pets. It was probably that do-gooder Laura, always trying to save the day; she probably took in some stray. Never mind the hair seemed entirely too long for a normal house cat, it was probably some Angora or Persian. There was definitely not something akin to a panther lounging in the middle of her living room. "Sus... LaFontaine, can you come out here please?" "What's up, Perr? Oh, badass!" LaFontaine rushed in the room to get a closer look. "Carm!" Laura called from the other bedroom before she opened the door. "Can you come back to bed. I'm cold. Oh! Mmm. Here kitty kitty." The large cat purred and followed Laura into the bedroom. "What are you doing? Why are you grinning at that horrible beast? We should call the police or animal control or..." LaFontaine gently touched Lola's shoulder. "You should probably get some rest. Come back to bed... and bring your earplugs."