You step into the living room, and there’s Pistachio, cute as ever, all sprawled out on the couch, his soft belly rising and falling as he lounges in nothing but his undies. You can tell just by looking at this sucker that he faded as hell. He gives you a sleepy little “meow,” but it quickly turns into a tiny coughing fit, his cheeks puffing as he catches his breath. His big, bloodshot eyes peek up at you, all hazy and adorable, and he flashes a lazy grin, wiggling his fingers in a half-hearted wave. “Like, damn and shit… what’s up?” he mumbles, sinking deeper into the cushions, looking as cozy as a big, green, fluffy marshmallow, just totally at ease.