What do you call a cat with sharp teeth, a darkly malevolent soul, a cunningly ruthless, murderous mind, nigh-fatal claws, and a desire to murder all other sentients and be part of the dominant life on Earth?
That’s correct; “A cat”.
What do you call a cat who leads all lesser being, like humans, to cower protesting within the meager protection of their basements and attacks?
Yep! “A cat!”
What do you call a cat who leads two humans out into the night and ruthlessly slaughters both of them in cold blood before either can even respond?
That’s also correct, “A cat”.
“Who is the leader of the Free World, her unstoppable four-pawed armies having wreaked havoc on the puny armed forces of so-called homo sapiens?”
Yep, “a cat” it is; in fact, it’s this cat right here!
Who’s those most adorable fuzzy-wuzzy-wuggums-uggums-pretty-baby-kitty-cat?
That’s right! It’s this cat!
“Who is an eternity of unending pain and death seen therough the focus of a tiny, helpless creature fleeing an apex predit in a very small, very bright, very clean white room?”
It would have been bad enough to turn unexpectedly into a mouse, or possibly a gerbil. But a coelacanth?
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