A mad scientist friend offers you a chip that would allow you to know what the people you’re talking to are thinking. The catch: you can’t turn it off. Do you accept the chip?

I’ve got this feature already, I do know what people are thinking. Sometimes I’d rather not know! Dangnabbit! I’d like a chip to tell me what I’m thinking when I talk. I prattle on a bit somedays.

Meanwhile, I can also use my skills on other critters…. especially these guys.

Well, since you ask, yes, I’m The King of Cats.  That is to say, King of all the cats round here. Largely ceremonial you know, but noblesse oblige…. someone’s got to do it.  I retired from tomcatting a while back, but my kittens are in positions of power all over. My tabby lads practically run the gardens. I dont fight any more…. all that vulgar howling and spitting.

I do the marking, of course, keep the boundaries clear. Plus, I lead the procession. I’m the only one with real dignity. When Cat Lady comes I lead the way, got the finest tail in town.  You’ve heard of me no doubt…. I’m the one she calls ‘Milou’. …and when she calls, she calls me. I’m the first to eat.

King of the cats, that’s me.

King Of The Cats, La Curie Basse.