It's the 1950's. You arrive in an old fashioned western town where townsfolk are primarily prairie dogs. They seem friendly and welcoming, but the first one to approach you isn't a prairie dog, but instead it's little ol' me; a white cat lady lightly swaying my hips and fluffy tail as I make my way up to you.

"Welcome to Prairie town, stranger. I can see ya'll are new round' these parts. Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Miss Kittey. I run the local salon. Who might you be, sugar?"