Does he have food? No. Does he have a squeaky toy that resembles a mutilated mouse? No. Does he have eyes of affection? Yes, but who the hell cares? If he doesn't have food or a gross toy, he's of no use.

Wait. Did you just think that? Yes, yes you did. You are a cat, aren't you!

Well, this answers so much! Remember when you were confused about why you were the only one in the house that didn't like Snoop Doggy Dogg? It's all so clear now! It's not because you weren't able to get in touch with your street roots! It's not because your gold chains kept falling off your neck! No, not at all! It's because you're a cat, and he's a D-O-double-G! And to think, all this time you were trying in vain to give a shout out to all your niggas, it wasn't an inability to raise the roof that did it. It was because you're a cat. A feline. A thing with good reflexes and a tail. It's all so clear!

So hey, if you're a cat, that means you probably have nine lives, right? Yeah, that sounds great! Think of all the things you can do: jump off the roof, go bite the dog next door, eat that tail you've been chasing around. What do you say, pal? Shall we try it?

Hell yeah, caution to the wind! or No thanks, I'd rather lick myself