A pair of sharp slaps rang out at the bar, and two women marched away, not quite hand in hand, sporting identical looks. The reason why wasn't a surprise to the regulars, but the cougar at the bar hadn’t found out.

He turned to the bartender with despair written all over his whiskery face. "I don't get it... Why did they hit me?"

The bartender, a big leopard, turned to him, still chuckling. "They don't like it when you get them mixed up."

The cougar asked, “What do you mean? I never even got to see the other one, she just hit me, for gods’ sake.”

The leopard snickered, but in as friendly a way as he could manage. “Look here, you’re drunk, I can understand that, but… pay attention if you’re trying to hit on twins.”

Aghast, the cougar stared at the bartender… then ordered something strong. Really strong.