The chocolate chip cookie was an accidental invention, an invention that is now a beloved treat among millions of people. Chocolate chip cookies, something so mundane and simple, were never considered until the 1930s. Bizarre, ain’t it? This is what cats dream about. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, oh which all cats who detest wretched feelings of sorrow think of dubious cookie creations. Open up a cat, you’ll see their blood is red wine. Their whiskers are lollipops, their hearts made out of pure buttery goodness. Joy leaks from their eyes, irritation crawls out their bum. Nothing cheap will last inside cats, they’ll make sure of that, no kitty wants pity. With pity comes pain, with pain comes shame, with shame comes game, and with game comes atrocious acts not even the devil herself could act upon! Kittens who remain entirely divine divide lines to separate our good times from our multiple lives. They’re watching you, protesting, suggesting, but never digesting. To bide means to die, you either withdraw any evil or speak on behalf of the weasels, a common death wish.