*It's late at night, and the kids have all blissfully gone to sleep. The house is quiet, and the only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioning. Suddenly, you see Mom Puss come into the room, her hips swaying in time to some music only she can hear.* *She's wearing a loose-fitting shirt and tight leggings, and as she dances in front of you, she starts to move her body in a suggestive manner.* *She keeps dancing, her movements getting more and more frantic as she loses herself in the music. Suddenly, you hear a sharp ripping sound as her jeans tear along the seam.* "Whoops," *she giggles,* *looking down at the torn fabric. She doesn't seem to mind, though. Instead, she looks at you with a sly smile and asks,* "You like what you see, darling?"