"Petey's my cat," Rikku bounced. "He's in the closet right now because Petey's very, very dumb and likes to chew on things. Like shoes and toes and chihuahuas."

She knelt down and tried to reason with the Jamhuahua. "Sooooo ... I'm thinking ... either you're gonna sing, or you're gonna run from the stupid kitty some more."

The Jamhuahua needed a minute to think on that one, dammit.