Ashton: What are you doing, Pierre?
Pierre: I’m hanging out in my fortress of catitude. What does it look like?
Ashton: It kind of looks like a cat carrier.
Pierre: That’s just your imagination because there’s a cat in it: me.
Ashton: This has a lot of zippers. I guess it could be luggage. Are you going on a trip?
Pierre: I’m not going anywhere. I’m contemplating life fine right where I am.
Ashton: Well, I’m not hanging around, just in case it’s a carrier. Or luggage. I don’t need to go where either of those things go.
Pierre: OK, but my fortress of catitude isn’t going anywhere.
Pierre: Girlcats and their imaginations…
































