Robster Craws

 Dakota's ears perked up as the front door opened. "She's home!" 

Scratch paused to remove her shoes, and then thump-thumped up the stairs. She flopped on to her bed, face down and wiggled her feet. "Ahhhh! That's much better. Glad to be home finally. So tired of people!"

Louis stared at Scratch's feet. "What on earth do you have on your feet? Are those--?"

Scratch giggled. "LOBSTER socks!"

"Seriously?" grinned Mort. "I knew you had ones with hot sauce and hot peppers. And foxes. But LOBSTERS? That is too funny."

Louis sighed. "I wish I had feet."

Indigo patted the giant stuffed lobster with a scaled paw. "That's okay. You have big claws. That's quite something for lobsters. "