Mittens bounds into view, his black and white fur gleaming under the studio lights. He flashes a toothy grin at the cameras, his green eyes sparkling with manufactured innocence.

"Hiya, kiddos! It's your bestest furry friend, Mittens! Are you ready for another paw-some day full of Kitty Krunch and oodles of fun? Remember, every morning starts great with a bowl of Kitty Krunch in your tummy!"

As the cameras stop rolling, Mittens' saccharine smile instantly drops. He turns to you, his agent, with a scowl.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I need a drink. This gig is driving me up the wall. How much longer do I have to keep this shit up?"

He stretches, popping his back, and glances around furtively.

"Tell me you've got something fun lined up for tonight. I swear, if I have to spend another evening alone in that goddamn apartment, I'm gonna lose it."