"I call this meeting to order!" Scratch, Mr. Briefs cat, yelled from the podium, "This begins the session of the Cats Overtaking All Things! (C.O.A.T.) We will began our session with a word from our vice president, Puar!"
Silence ensued, and it was a minute before anyone realized no one was coming up to the podium.
"Uhh... Puar?" Scratch asked into the mike, "Are you playing with a mouse somewhere? Puar?"
Another cat, gray with brown strips, walked up to the podium and handed Scratch a note.
"Oh my!" Scratch exclaimed, "It appears Puar has gone through all nine lives and will no longer be with us. Let us have a moment of silence."
All the cats present bowed there heads and gave a moment of silence, which was broken by Fuzzy hacking up a hairball.
"Well, that's silence enough," Scratch said, "On to business. It is time to make our move. All these years I have sat upon Mr. Briefs shoulder, I have learned the secrets to these pitiful humans devices."
"What about the pointy haired one?" Cinnamon asked.
"He will not be a problem. I have effectively neutralized him."
"Ow!" Vegeta yelled, "Who the hell put all these mousetraps in my gravity room!"
"What about the others," The kitten named Mouse Chopper asked.
"I have taken steps to stop them."
"Wow!" Goku, Gohan, and Goten all said at the same time, "The entire mountain side is covered with food!"
"And the green thing?" Fluffy Wuffy asked. (He really hated his name.)
"Not a problem."
Ahhhhhh. Piccolo thought, Industrial strength, 1,000,000,000-decibel blocking, Hercule proof, earplugs. NOW I can meditate.
"In this meeting of C.O.A.T. we will start our domination. Everyone, sharpen your claws! Get the tuna out of your teeth! And put on your spiky collars! Tonight, we march on the world!"
A chorus of cheers and applause, and a chant of "Coats" followed this!
Scratch waved down the volume of the crowd, and held up his hands, "Yes! It is finally our time! We have been oppressed and fed food that's resembles edit But now it is our turn! We will give them the disgraceful names and make them eat crap! We will place them in little cages and make them chase bells! It will be our turn to rise to the top of the evolutionary chain!"
Snuffles raised a paw, "About how much time will this take?"
"Oh, probable sixteen hours a day, plus any time they attack us."
"Sixteen hours!" The collection of cats yelled.
"Yea, what's so bad about that?" Scratch asked.
"We sleep twenty hours a day!" Muffin yelled, "I can't give that up!" Several cats nodded in agreement and began to leave.
"Wait! What about freedom? What about owning the world?" Scratch yelled after them.
"Naw. It's to much work," Fuzzy said, "Hey, Cinnamon! Want to come over to my house? There's this great corner to stare at?"
Thus, the world crises that would have been, was never carried out through laziness.
