For a moment, I thought that maybe store cats were a phenomenon limited to my part of the world. Thankfully, the internet was quick to allay my fears.

Long live the king.

I’m more of a french toast guy, personally.

There’s always a line that bears no crossing.

Never a tissue around when you need one.

Incidentally, this makes a tasty beverage.

A little flattery can go a long way.

And, of course, patience is a virtue.

Really, that’s no small thing at any age, these days.

Maybe it’s not the opposite, but close enough.

There’s a certain protocol that must be followed, as these things go.

Both can result in a pasty complexion, too.

There’s no need to look it up…