J: "Mom, when Punkin goes to heaven, you need to buy me a white cat and Clairey a black cat."
J: "You never know, Punkin might get sick. She's been throwing up a lot lately."
M: "You think?"
J: Yeah, I think it's her food, or maybe it's just hairballs, I don't know. But anyways, I want a little, white cat."
Punkin better watch out. Jenna's gonna hire a cleaner to take her out.