When the Cat Council convenes, you know something impawtant is about to go down. These whiskered delegates gather on the highest bookshelf, the comfiest couch corner, or the forbidden kitchen counter to discuss the pressing matters of the day with plenty of dramatic meows and head twitches for emphasis.
Their agenda? The unacceptable delay of breakfast, the audacity of closed doors, and, of course, whether the red dot should officially be banned as cruel and unusual torment. The Council Chaircat glares with regal dignity, while the Secretary of Snacks takes detailed notes… mostly about treats and snack-time protocols.
Council members include the Elder of Endless Naps, the Representative of Sudden Zoomies, and the Ambassador of Unprovoked Chaos. Debates are fierce but fair up until someone bats another’s tail, and then it’s all paws on deck, claws at the ready.
Their laws are simple but sacred: all laps are communal property, every cardboard box is a throne, and knocking things off tables isn’t just a right. It’s a solemn duty. When the Cat Council meets, you best listen… or risk becoming the next target of feline justice!
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