“This stare is not due to my lack of hair, but, rather, because my food dish is bare.”

“Eyes are sumpitans locked on you. Soon, lasers. Beware cannons of cat-astrophe.”

“I neither purr for nor caress a pococurante, so please feed me right meow.”

“Canned gruel? Sushi-grade din only. A palindrome for your dense dome: ‘Woe-meow, woe-meow.'”

“Meowsers! Lobster-quinoa cake?! No claws fate! This evenement earns you–one more day .” ; )

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