Because people on the Interwebs demand “MOAR CATS”
By SEK sits down to eat dinner in the living room. His cellphone rings, and because his wife is spending the night in the desert, he runs to his office to answer it. He returns to find CAT on the makeshift table.
CAT: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
SEK: What?
CAT: This isn’t Kraft dinner on my face.
SEK: What isn’t Kraft dinner on your face?
CAT: Your Kraft dinner. It’s all in your bowl.
SEK: So how did it get on your face?
CAT: It didn’t. (CAT licks Kraft dinner off his lips) See?
SEK: And since when have you been Canadian?
CAT: Je ne comprends pas. Au revoir!