On the edge of the one shelf in a refrigerator sat a fat gray tabby. A bone hung off her lower lip. Beside her feet, a plate was set out. It once held a glorious turkey. Now all that remained was a pile of bones. Suddenly, Chloe felt herself tipping over, and before she knew it, she landed on the floor, banging her nose off the bottom shelf. She moaned, a paw held over her little pink nose. "Guys, stop the camera! I think my nose is broken!" she cried. Pops, carrying a first aid, hurried as fast as he could to the fallen feline. Unfortunately, he seemed to be going two miles per hour.