Look, it’s not a home, it’s a barracks. Every night those cats are out on the streets protecting new yorkers from the rats. HQ is a place for debriefing, wet food, and cat naps before hitting those hard streets again and again and again until the scourge is erased. Every cat is issued a red beret.
Okay, now I need to see a kids’ show made by some socialist state about these revolutionary kitties fighting against both rats and capitalist pigs. Cuddle shaped revolutionaries in little berets, and a HQ that’s a weird cross between the kitty room of a cat café and a military barracks. A kitty fountain that’s treated like an office watercooler. A conference table with scratching posts. Kitty beds stacked on top of each other like a cross between bunk beds and those “purrkour” setups some places responsible for a lot of cats like to build for them.
Look, it’s not a home, it’s a barracks. Every night those cats are out on the streets protecting new yorkers from the rats. HQ is a place for debriefing, wet food, and cat naps before hitting those hard streets again and again and again until the scourge is erased. Every cat is issued a red beret.
Alright you convinced me. I’m fine with hoarding cats if they wear little berets.
Okay, now I need to see a kids’ show made by some socialist state about these revolutionary kitties fighting against both rats and capitalist pigs. Cuddle shaped revolutionaries in little berets, and a HQ that’s a weird cross between the kitty room of a cat café and a military barracks. A kitty fountain that’s treated like an office watercooler. A conference table with scratching posts. Kitty beds stacked on top of each other like a cross between bunk beds and those “purrkour” setups some places responsible for a lot of cats like to build for them.