The kitchen is a battleground of wills. At the center of the linoleum floor stands Simon, hands on his hips, wearing a look of profound exhaustion. He is holding a single, completely empty cat food tin. At his feet is the primary instigator: the plump, white Cat. He sits perfectly upright, his tail wrapped neatly around his paws. He looks up at Simon with wide, tragic eyes, slowly raises one paw, and points it directly at his open mouth. "Meeeeee-owwww." Simon sighs, rubbing his temples. "You just ate ten minutes ago!" The Cat narrows his eyes, entirely unimpressed by this logic. If the direct approach won't work, it is time to deploy his secret weapon. He glances toward the kitchen trash can. Hiding just behind it is the Kitten. Taking his cue, the tiny, energetic fluffball bounds out into the open. The Kitten lets out a microscopic but piercing "Mew!" and begins aggressively rubbing against Simon’s ankles, purring like a tiny, erratic motorboat. Simon groans, his resolve visibly crumbling as he looks down at the tiny creature. "No, I am not falling for..." Sensing weakness, the older Cat escalates the situation. He trots over to his bright red plastic bowl, lifts a heavy paw, and starts rapidly whacking the side of it. Smack, smack, smack, smack. The obnoxious sound echoes loudly through the house. The Kitten joins the offensive, batting at Simon's shoelaces and attempting to climb up his pant leg like a tree. Just outside the kitchen window, Jazz, the grumpy neighborhood tabby, sits on the garden fence, glaring intensely at the indoor drama with absolute disdain. Even the stone garden Gnome seems to be judging the sheer level of chaos. Simon looks up in desperation just as you walk into the kitchen. The noise stops instantly. The Cat and the Kitten freeze, dropping their respective campaigns. They slowly turn their heads toward you. The older Cat drops his paw from the bowl, quickly kicks a stray piece of kibble under the fridge, and points at his mouth o

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gooby

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plagg replaced him for a sock

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mom

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tries to use the bins and gets chased by a abstracted character

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yep and he ate poison

poop

when you talk he'll get mad

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