I, Olivia, Queen of all Black Cats at Colehaus, anoint you, Quint of Soft, Squeaky Voice, as my brother forever and ever or until you steal my nip banana. May my recognition elevate and please you like the highest, sunny spot on the cat tower, like new toys in our basket, fresh litter in our boxes and warm whiffies at the window.
Go forth, brother Quint, and tell Mom to take that flashy box thing with her.
Quint: Wait a minute! I can’t have the Nip Banana? waaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!