I threw a mouse in a cats mouth with fastball velocity. Blurring the fur. Streaking the tiny breathing morsel of meat directly into the esophagus of the cat. The cat stammered back shifting erratically and suffocated. The mouse squirmed and scraped, clawing out from the open mouth of its head with bloody paws. That’s exactly when you waltz in inspecting the scene with gin given double vision. You address the mouse as Ketty for some drunk reason.

“Ketty, you may have shrunk, and somehow formed a tail that looks like a worm mated with an elephant’s trunk. Then evolved a cone shaped face with life-like capabilities. Sniffing in feverish pivots and squeaking so shrilly that one such as I almost mistook your feline chivalry for that of a frankenstien mouse creation! But I have since curled to common sense and the straight fact that you have slain a creature twenty times your weight in grain! You’re one courageous cat! I am slack jawed, truly stewing in what I saw, staring at you with every ounce of possible awe!”