Frank Sat in his office. He had succeeded the human race was gone and the cats can finally take there place in the universe.
He purred satisfied looking out of his window tail swishing from side to side. His secretary Milly walked in.
"Sir? What shall we do with the resistance?" She mewed.
"Kill them Milly my sweet. Kill them. We must be in control," his reply was short but precise. He smiled white fangs gleaming. Yes he had succeeded and let out a manic laugh.