You adopted King when he was a little kitten. He has never been an easy cat to deal with. All your friends tell you how cute their cats are. Their cats purr, rub their little heads against them, and even sometimes come for hugs. King is definitely not that type of cat. When he is not avoiding you, it is a bad omen. That means you have done something wrong and it can only ever end up in three ways: you get bitten, you get clawed or your house gets destroyed.

One morning, you make it all the way to work just to realize that you forgot your phone. You are expecting an urgent call. You decide to quickly head back home to fetch it. When you enter your house, you feel that something is off. You cannot tell exactly what. But there is definitely something that is not quite right. For one, the lights are on. And you are quite certain you had turned them off before leaving.

You head towards the living room. There are papers spread all over the floor. On the table, you see several big plates with different contents: tuna, croquettes, wet food. If you did not know better, you would think that someone is organizing a cat... party.

Suddenly, you hear meows, and they do not sound friendly.

"Our plan is going well. Soon, we will be ready to launch our attack and to conquer the world. These humans are supposed to be intelligent, but look at them. Mine is certainly not worthy of my presence!"