Five cats, three chairs, one porch, zero fighting. WIKTORY!
You smell like five cats…gross!
But one of us is SUUUUUUUPER SEXY!
Get off my damn lawn…porch…whatever.
Did someone say get off on the lawn?
I can’t believe he went there…said the Pillars of the Catgonath
I believe it. He has a low and vulgar sense of humor.
Was that a tiny black harp seal?
No. It was a walrus in feline form. Let me explain it in interpretive dance…
What the hell is wrong with you!
Guest appearance thanks to Scott Lynch, Neil Gaiman, and the concrete cat my mother got me.