“You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.”

“I'm afraid the popularity of the domestic cat would drop very quickly if little kitty could roar its displeasure.”

“Pet the cat dude," says Sam. "She brought you a present. She wants you to tell her how badass she is." "You are a tiny tiny killing machine." Daneca coos. "What's she doing?" I ask. "Purring!" says Daneca. She sounds delighted. "Good kitty. Who's an amazing killing machine? That's right. You are! You are a brutal brutal tiny lion! Yes, you are.”

“What was that?” he whispered, eyes narrowed. There was no mistaking the amusement in the tilt to his lips, though. “Very bad kitty…”

“The pyjamas have cats on them. I am informed that these cats belong to an organisation called Hello Kitty.”

“You know your cat is fucking with you when she poops in the litter box and somehow manages to miss the litter.”