Severn displays his best open mic charm, and soon has the boatload of off key felines yowling along in one big Cat-caphony to:

"And the cats came back
The very next day,
Yes, the cats came back
And they thought that we were goners,
But we wouldn't stay away.....

....and making up new verses.


A lot of these pairs of Siamese cats were the real article. Two heads, two tails, four legs and joined together at the hip.

Severn, who doesn't play an instrument, had grabbed a guitar and was flailing away, because it all wasn't really even close enough for Folk Music anyway. He motions to gnu and whispers in his ear and old battered classical guitars were passed around to whoever wanted them, everybody banging away as violently as possible until strings start breaking right and left. meanwhile, at gnu's instructions, Sandre and Mrrzy roll out a hamper of ill-used, battered tennis and badminton rackets. Mmario brings out a plastic tub of carving utensils from the kitchen...
Sandra declares over a bullhorn that our first New Year's Resolution is to make repairs on all this stuff and get down to some serious restringing, passing out knives to humans and gibbons.
The cats get the hint and start running for the door to the beach which brings them right underneath Rap's water balloons in the rafters.

When they get underneath the rafters where Rap and a host of bats are at the ready, Rap says.....