When the Cat Council convenes, one thing impawtant is about to go down. These whiskered delegates collect on the very best bookshelf, the comfiest sofa nook, or the forbidden kitchen counter to debate the urgent issues of the day with loads of dramatic meows and head twitches for emphasis.
Their agenda? The unacceptable delay of breakfast, the audacity of closed doorways, and, in fact, whether or not the crimson dot ought to formally be banned as merciless and weird torment. The Council Chaircat glares with regal dignity, whereas the Secretary of Snacks takes detailed notes… principally about treats and snack-time protocols.
Council members embrace the Elder of Countless Naps, the Consultant of Sudden Zoomies, and the Ambassador of Unprovoked Chaos. Debates are fierce however truthful up till somebody bats one other’s tail, after which it is all paws on deck, claws on the prepared.
Their legal guidelines are easy however sacred: all laps are communal property, each cardboard field is a throne, and knocking issues off tables is not only a proper. It is a solemn responsibility. When the Cat Council meets, you greatest hear… or threat turning into the subsequent goal of feline justice!
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