In my world, the cats run the show. and the show never ends. the show is a game where the audience (which is the cats), and the players (which is everyone else) put on plays of everything that ever happened. there are shows all about mail carriers running their routes, squirrels minding their secret paths, and of course murder for food. the cats howl and yowl so loud you can’t even make out the players whose own screams dance in the high dark top of the big big tent.