Poor Kitty
"So, what do you think kitty?" Dr. Briefs asked the black-furred cat perched on his shoulder as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The cat looked from the machines on the worktable to the man he relied on for his room and board. What do I think? I think you're a crazy, old man! I think if you were smart, you'd build another spaceship and send that scary guy back to wherever he came from!
He checked the technical blueprints one last time and nodded, confident in both his design and construction. "Vegeta should be pleased with these training devices."
Pleased? You're worrying about pleasing that maniac? What about me? The cat meowed and patted the man's cheek, trying to get his attention away from the metal, gears, and bolts he insisted on spending endless hours fiddling with.
Dr. Briefs scooped up his latest creations. "Let's take these new ones to him right away." The cat held on as the scientist headed for the backyard.
Oh, sure! Let's just hurry these right down there! You've spent days building and rebuilding those little toys and forgetting all about me! Do you even realize how long it's been since you've fed me?