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.