Casey says we cats have to gird our loins, whatever that means, Squeaky, and get ready for guard duty. Ducky, can you help us? Gird us, I mean. (It means extra rations and we will share.) Maybe one of Mrs. Grundy's cast-off corsets would do for the three of us if you cut it down?

A lot.
Before we do battle, however, we will stop for refreshments

using Carnaby's new credit card.

Squeaky, I insist that you exercise some restraint.