Pierre: Look what I’ve got! It’s better than a box, because it’s more comfortable on top. The humans were talking about putting this in the car, but it’s mine now.
Newton: Oh, wow, that’s pretty cool, Pierre. It looks really comfortable inside. What a perfect bachelorcat pad.
Pierre: And it’s mine. Don’t think about getting your orange fur in my fortress of cattitude.
Newton: This isn’t a fortress. And you don’t have a way with the ladies, so you don’t need a bachelorcat hangout.
Pierre: What do you mean?
Newton: Well the ladies all love an orange cat. You’re just gray, so you don’t need to have a place to entertain them.
Pierre: Don’t even think about bringing your ladyfriends into the fortress of catitude!
Newton: HEY!
Pierre: We’ll see how much they like your orange fur with a little bit of it pulled out right here.
Newton: You don’t have to get so rough. Geez!
Pierre: First you stole my status as youngest cat. Then you stole everyone’s hearts online. Then this morning, you stole my breakfast. You are not stealing my fortress.
Newton: You have issues, Pierre.
Pierre: So do you get the picture? No orange cats allowed.
Newton: Why are you making the funny faces and airplane ears? Can’t we just work out a time-sharing agreement or something?
Pierre: * SMACK *
Newton: * WHACK *
Pierre: Who’s the cat in the fortress? I’m the cat in the fortress!
Newton: I’m not even sure what just happened here. Seriously.






























