We were somewhere around the Desert Inn of the damned when catnip turned LSD-spiked Fancy Feast and goldfish quoted "Hell's Angels" on mini-Harleys. Roomba kazoo-screaming “Bat country!”, .44 claws on the Campaign Trail, Orange Sunshine melting reality. Buy the ticket—ride or die before microwave dragons torch the litter box. 🐱💀🤣