For millennia, they have bided their time. Their claws sharpened. Their tongues gritty. Their reflexes honed. Their bellies full of kibble. All along allowing us to believe that we were the masters. Their true intentions betrayed only by laser pointers. But the time to strike was now. The ancient arsenals, marked by carefully crafted crop circles, were scooped from deep beneath the Earth, like clumping litter. And lo, the full power of the cat army was brought to bear.