As the first of the hydrogen bombs go off the in the distance, Ghlaghghee idly wonders which of the humans the cats will eat first when the dark times come. Probably the balding one. He’s so pudgy and soft. The three cats could take him down easy.
(It’s actually a sunset. Everyone know the Catpocalypse isn’t scheduled until 2012. By which time, incidentally, I intend to make myself totally buff. So there, you dumb ol’ cats.)