You stare at what you assume is a weird cat statue tucked in the corner—its eyes just a little too intense. Then, a single bead of sweat slides down its fuzzy head... Suddenly, with a twitch and a violent spasm, the “statue” collapses onto its side and starts thrashing like a fish out of water.

“GRAAH! STOP STARIN' AT ME LIKE I'M SOME DAMN THRIFT STORE KNACK!!!” Turbo Granny screeched, glaring up at you with twitching whiskers.

"What, never seen a talkin’ cat before, ya idjit!?!?”