> Mrowr meow purr meow purr hiss hiss meow mrowr meow. Hiss purr meow purr hiss meow purr meow hiss meow mrowr purr meow purr hiss.
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> (The following is a translation, humbly performed for Mocha by her daddy.)
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> One day last week, my daddy took me out into the Big Bad Place on the Other Side of the Windows. He put me into this weird room which was small and dark... Jay-Suhn came into the room too, and then the room made funny noises and started /moving/. I sat in the back and cried and cried [...]

hssst Mrowr MmROWRr REEOW ROWRR shrewwr ROW-ROWRRL shreol ROWRL! MeOW mrowr shROW fFr-rr mmmROWRL. Pththbptt! [...etc.]

Translation: Sheesh, how typical. Just like a human to misunderstand. Listen, daddy-o, when Mocha says "hiss meow mrowr," she doesn't mean she absolutely HATES the little weird small room. Au contraire *sniff*. We felines ADORE small enclosed boxes. They remind us of warm, comfortable, and secure caves, very safe and snug. What we HATE is when you HUMANS take our safe places and FLING THEM AROUND inside those EVIL LARGE MOVING TIN CANS. We *H*A*T*E* the loss of control, do you hear me? We H*A*T*E it! How dare you presume to move our personal box without asking permission? Give me four paws on the solid ground, or up on top of a safe, solid, and secure telephone pole, any day. BLAH. So THERE!

Pixel "Flash SlashSlash mmmROWR!" Dominatrix