With Kisses and Slime: Belinda.

Paul stared at the floor. "What the fuck is that?" He was pointing at a blob.

"That's our new cat," responded Belinda. "Like it?"

Paul nudged it with the toe of his boot. It quivered and let out a high-pitched shriek. "I don't think it's a cat. I'm pretty damn sure, in fact."

Belinda got down on all fours and nuzzled the blob with her nose and cheek. "Aw, think of all the good times we'll have with our new cat. Playing and purring and petting." She had slime on her face.

"I'm not kissing you with that cat ooze on you," he said.

"You never kiss me anyways," she responded.