*Barum-barum-barum…barum-barum*, tumbled kittty’s bum.

“What on earth was that?!?!?”, queried scrunch-faced mum to volcanic tum.

“Insinuation pooh-poohed!”, meowed fur-face ho-hum playing dumb.

“No more mix for you,” sighed pinky. “That garum is *so* not plum.” ; )