I’m minding my own business when…

…a fuzzy presence pops up out of nowhere.

“What is it, kitty boy? Cat’s got yer tongue??” He is trying to tell me something, Andy is!

“Timmy’s in the well?” Andy’s body language seems to suggest I look at the clock. What?! What interest does a kitty boy have in clocks?

Oh yeah! I forgot about kitty clock time: Andy’s trying to tell me it’s lunch time. His horns are up! It’s “Kitty Food O’clock”!