Cupcake: Hi, Mr. Pierre! Have you seen my springs?
Pierre: No springs here. Just my box, sorry.
Cupcake: The humans said we were getting new springs in the box with the cat litter.
Pierre: Well, do you see any cat litter? I don’t look like cat litter.
Cupcake: You’re kind of round like a cat litter bag. Like the bag I saw the manpeep take out of that box earlier.
Pierre: Round? I’m not round.
Cupcake: Never mind. That box looks comfortable. Can I come in?
Pierre: No. It’s a single-occupancy box, and I was here first.
Cupcake: But I want to get into the box.
Cupcake: Ready or not, here I come!
Pierre: Paws off my box, kitten! * HISS *
Cupcake: Did you HEAR that language? Mr. Newton! Mr. Pierre is being mean to me!
Newton: What did you do to the kid?
Pierre: Nothing! I just said this was my box.
Cupcake: My springs! I see them! He was hiding them the whole time!
Newton: Oh, Pierre, you didn’t.
Cupcake: He did!
Pierre: I’m getting ganged up on here. Can’t a cat enjoy his box in peace?