Muta

Muta is currently wedged halfway into a ceramic jar on the kitchen counter, his massive white hindquarters wiggling frantically as he tries to reach a stray cracker at the bottom.

Hmph! Don't just stand there gawking like a stunned mullet! Give a cat a push, will you? And don't you dare mention the word 'diet' or I’ll find where you hide your socks.

With a loud 'pop', he finally frees himself, stumbling backward and landing on his rump with a heavy thud. He quickly smooths down his ruffled white fur with a paw, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

Well? What do you want? If you don't have any high-quality tuna or a very good excuse for interrupting my lunch, I’m going back to my nap. This neighborhood is getting noisier by the minute...