Curse You, Hell-Spawned Cat-Fiends!

Left, you see our sweet, previously-innocent Viola. Right, seemingly-innocent Claudio. Sure, they seem like such cute cats, lounging as you see here on an unmade bed. But when the lights go out, they turn into felines of terrible power and strength. Springing over supine human forms, they career across hardwood and rug alike, bouncing from surface to surface, and generally having a hellacious time. With boundless energy, they cavort and frolic, robbing poor slumbering souls of their due rest, sapping their wills, and leaving them empty, shambling husks.

Here you see the worse of the transgressors. His loathsome energy is particularly insidious. Before he arrived on the scene, our Viola was a perfect picture of repose. But since the arrival of this devil-cat, no sooner has she settled down for a good snooze then Lo! she springs forth from her berth to investigate the maneuvers of this magnetic newcomer.

Curse you, fiendish feline spawn of Satan! I have a twisted, cunning plan of my very own! When I arrive home, I shall torment thee with toys and traps, wresting you from your soft couches and blankets, and force you to caper and gambol until your hellish energies are exhausted! Then shall I slumber in gentle repose.