I have a plan.
And it begins with a moo and the bunny hop.
Okay, that’s a little too weird even for me.
I did not see that.
No, I think you did.
I end your plan with a smooch.
Well, okay, but it would have been AWESOME.
Author
How do I know I don’t like olives if you won’t let me try them?
Because you’re a cat. And it’s beneath your dignity. Obviously.
Don’t be so sure of that.
Hey, I’m the picture of dignity!
What are a cat?
You are all an embarrassment!
Whatever, lady, I’ve got gaps to leap, people to see. Cars to steal.
Cars to steal?
Yes, let me show you it.
Dis one.
OOOH, WANT!
Having defeated an entire pack of swimsuits, I sleep at peace.
Swimsuits, huh? You’re not tough till you’ve handled children’s toys.
There is something seriously wrong with both of you.
Conference clothes are the only true prey for a feline murder beast.
Hah! I kill entire posts with my mighty floofs!
There is really something wrong with them.
You may have a point, my brother.
Because the foofy orange caterpillar of death is the perfect prey!
I’m honestly sorry I started this whole thing. I retreat to my castle.