The kitten spits and hisses, back arched, as the ginger cat quite calmly strolls over to stand over Jay, feet around him rather than on him. It's thoughtful that way. He's mine! You never let me play with any of the toys! protests the kitten, only for the ginger cat to calmly sit and begin washing one of its forepaws, the other one still planted next to Jay.

Multilayered deaths are impractical, says the ginger cat, paying no mind whatsoever to the man it has saved from its smaller counterpart. I won't have it.