The Orange Overlords
The three devious cats sat in a circle atop their favorite sun-drenched windowsill, tails flicking as they plotted.
“I’ve run the numbers,” announced Whiskers, the brains of the operation. “If we can take over the internet, humans will be powerless before us. Cat videos already control half their attention spans!”
“Excellent,” purred Marmalade, the strategist. “Step one: increase cuteness levels. More synchronized yawning. More perfect little toe beans. We need them weak with adoration.”
“Agreed,” Whiskers said. “Step two: take control of the food supply. If we monopolize the tuna industry, they’ll have no choice but to kneel before us.”
Pumpkin, the third cat, licked his own reflection in the window. “Guys,” he said, “I think I just discovered another orange cat. He’s copying everything I do.”
Whiskers and Marmalade stared at him.
“Pumpkin,” Marmalade sighed, “that’s your reflection.”
Pumpkin gasped. “Oh my whiskers. He knows everything about me.” He squinted suspiciously at the glass. “I don’t trust him.”
“Focus!” Whiskers snapped. “Our plan is flawless. By tomorrow, the world will be ours!”
The door creaked open. Their human entered. “Who wants treats?”
Immediately, all three cats bolted toward the sound, trampling over their evil blueprints. Whiskers barely managed to look back.
“…World domination can wait,” he muttered, before diving headfirst into the snack bowl.
