Just a few miles away from the city limit of Paris, we see a familiar cat that was taking a stroll one day. She hasn’t seen Pepe in days and it’s starting to make her lonely and bored. “With Pepe out of the picture, I have no idea what to do to keep myself busy,” She sighed helplessly. When she let out a hopeless sigh, a simple yet predictable idea came to her. “Speaking of forever,” She purred. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”

Without a minute to lose, Penelope inhaled slowly. When she got a huge mouthful of air, she swallowed it. She felt the pressure building up inside, encouraging her to inhale and swallow more. During the process, her white underbelly started to grow fast. It reached over the size of a beach ball. She rubbed it, smiling at her own handiwork. “Not bad, but not big enough,” She commented before the inflation continued. She inhaled and gulped down each breath like there’s no tomorrow.

Eventually, she got to a point when she was a size of a small yoga ball. She placed her paws on it, rubbing it. It squeaked loudly from each rub she made. She couldn’t stop purring with this kind of ecstasy. Perhaps I should be bigger than the Arc de Triomph, she thought with a grin. Perhaps I’ll have the ‘Belly de Triomphe!’

Well, folks… once an AIRHEAD, ALWAYS an airhead.

Penelope Pussycat © WB