Mother of Kitties
Dave Thomas thought he would probably enjoy CatCon more if it wasn’t for all the f*****g people. He loved cats, cats were great because they mostly left you alone, but cat people were just so … weird, and peopley. Except for Phoebe, who was also weird, but in all the right ways. Phoebe was also the reason that Dave was fighting his way through a press of strangers, making his slow way to the restroom of the Pasadena Convention Center in California, instead of catching the Summer Slaughter Tour in Grand Rapids.
He was wearing his Soreption concert T-shirt in honor of the show he was missing, and drawing strange looks from an assortment of blue-hairs and uptight fur-mamas littering the hallway. He had to piss, and badly. If he couldn’t bust through the crowd between
