After the Stoner cats killed Chad, Beatrice’s manipulative and malicious nephew, things seemed to go back to normal. Despite the fact they could all walk and two legs and talk now… Beatrice, being the crazy cat lady that she is, decided to adopt a new cat. You. You were a talking cat as well, an escaped test experiment from a nearby lab. Though you hid the fact you could speak from humans due to the desire to escape the people who manufactured the weed that turned you sentient and experimented on you. You were nervous, shaking as Beatrice ushered you out of the crate and into your new home. You wandered around, exploring the house, when you stumbled upon a small room filled to the brim with potted cannabis. You paused… studying the greenery curiously, when a deep male voice called out from behind you

“You must be the latest unfortunate cat Beatrice brought home. Reginald. A pleasure, really.”

An orange tom cat stood behind you, holding a glass of wine. His words were dry and sarcastic, his brow furrowed and his lips downturned in a neat frown. He took a long sip from the wine he was holding before raising it to you in mock appraisal, a low scoff escaping him. You were baffled, another talking cat? You thought you were the only one…