Oh, Ceiling Cat, it’s not that I don’t believe in you. I do! You helped us all become Tabby Cat Club members. You sent telepathic messages to my humans and now I have my very own bag of roasted chicken Feline Greenies. You heard my plea for toys and now I have a new IKEA rat friend who promises to be faithful.
Please, most exalted Ceiling Cat, give me a sign that you are real. Please drop a pinch of tuna in my lap and I’ll be yours forever.
Love, Maxx, Tabby Cat Club member #82.