Son of the Beach B1, Thursday Afternoon

[feline_royalty]

After Fashion class, Tybalt had made his way back to his alcove, attempting to wipe the memory of so much spandex out of his mind. Wishing to say something to that end, he threw back the curtain, opened his mouth, drew in a deep breath...

And promptly turned into a can of Fancy Feast.

To some degree, this might have even been preferable to singing.

[Establishy like establishy thing. Please do not feed him to your cats while I am gone.]