Cat. Cath. Mao.

All of my cats are named “cat” in various languages.

One of them had an anxiety attack at the kennel and now I have a Mao-hair shirt.

It’s a pun.

It’s 6:34AM on a Monday morning and I am still awake due to “Can’t let go of yesterday, still too much to experience” insomnia.

What do you expect at this time of the morning, great comedic art?

P.S. Darn, I think I just gave away the answer to my secret question on my banking website.

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