A pretty big achievement for something that sleeps 23 hours a day.

"What’s going on Tiddles? I feel like your head isn’t really in this game of Frantically Bat at Yarn."

"Oh, I don’t know, Dr Muckinfuzz. I’m distracted. This yarn thing just feels…"

"What?"

"Do you ever think about the universe, Mucky?"

"Uh."

"Like, do you ever contemplate all the galaxies that might be out there in the great beyond, or even those right under our fuzzy noses?"

"I do not.

"Mucky, what if we’re destroying infinitesimal worlds with every step? What if we are just tiny monsters whose entire molecular makeup exists to destroy? What if our innate ethos is to bring ruination unto all? To leave behind nothing but litter dust and occasionally bile? I’m pretty wasted right now, but I'm really worried that we strictly walk this planet to wreak havoc."

"We’re cats, dude. of course we’re monsters."

"Oh right."

. . .

"Yarn?"

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