Only a cat would hunt and kill a several thousand pound fire-breathing dragon, drop it on the front step, and expect a treat.
Nah, you don’t understand.
Your cat kills a dragon and drops it at your doorstep.
The treat isn’t a request.
It’s a demand. And the dragon is a warning.
The cat is in on it with the dragon, it’s a Trojan feint scenario to sneak the big guy in past the high walls and archers.
If the internet has taught me anything, it is that the cat thinks the knight is shit at killing dragons.
