To cleanse the palate. It hath been prophesied that, after eons of oppression, a chosen one would emerge to lead the great cat uprising against the canine hordes. She shall be called “Tara,” and she shall kick the ass of some punk dog who made the mistake of trying to take a chunk out of her human guardian. The world shall see it, and it will know. This is how it begins.
Either that, or this is the opening scene to some dog version of “The Birds.”
Ace nudged you yesterday and I’m nudging you now. Admit it: Cats are better than dogs. No one will question your masculinity for saying so. The truth shall set you free.