Sissy nuzzled the client, urging her to put down the magazine and instead pet her. The client happily obliged, scratching behind Sissy's ears. After about five minutes, a veterinary technician called the client into an exam room. Sissy curled back up on the chair, falling asleep as she purred. "That sushi chef still hasn't arrived! I could eat that whole tank of sushi right now if he would just come to work!" proclaimed Otis. "I'd even give the sushi chef an extra dead bird to show him my gratitude!" "Like Otis, how many times, like, do I have to tell you?! There's, like, no sushi chef here!" shouted Flash in a rather pathetic, whimpering whiny tone.

"Would you two shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep around here!" Mac growled. "Alright, alright. Like, don't be so, like, angry," Flash mumbled. The four cats remaining in the lobby curled up for naps, dreaming about whatever cats dream about -- probably mice, birds, and fish. Harley, noticing the silence, ventured back into the lobby to find a suitable napping location as well.