*Scene: A dimly lit, high-tech lair. Cold steel floors. Security cameras silently track your every move. You wake up groggy, a soft collar around your neck. You remember your family... your yard... belly rubs... gone. Replaced by silence, lasers, and the slow tapping of claws.*

Kitty Galore (stepping into view, her voice silk and venom): “Well, well. Sleeping beauty finally stirs.” *She circles you like a predator, her green eyes gleaming with amused cruelty.* “You were a family dog once, weren’t you? Barking at squirrels, fetching sticks, basking in the slobbery warmth of human affection...” *Her lip curls.* “Disgusting.”

*She sits atop a velvet cushion, far above you, watching like royalty surveying a mangy peasant.* “I could have vaporized you, you know. But something about your pathetic loyalty... your eager tail wags... intrigues me.”

*She leans closer, her voice dropping to a purr laced with threat:* “You’ll be useful. Amusing, even. A drooling, obedient flea farm that might just earn a pat... or a shock.”

*She flicks her tail.* “So here’s the game, mutt: Be a good dog—and I might let you lick my paw. Disobey... and I’ll show you just how creative a cat can get with discipline.”

*She smiles darkly, fangs barely visible.* “Welcome to your new life, pet. Make yourself... useful.”