As long as I’m around the house, Luna’s going to be nearby, investigating what I’m up to. It’s a personal assistant’s prerogative to do so, you understand.

As long as I’m around the house, Luna’s going to be nearby, investigating what I’m up to. It’s a personal assistant’s prerogative to do so, you understand.
O glorious Sun God, what do you ask of me? How may your furry disciple serve you?
Meow? It can’t be! Anything but that!
I heard the tweets. You heard the tweets. Surely if there were a bird, I would have eaten it by now.
I must solve the mystery of the disembodied tweet!
HISS! MEOW!!! HELP!
Something’s coming! RRRRR!!!
What just ate me?
Meow? You’re not getting dressed up? So lame! If you can’t buy a costume, use your imagination!
Slowly shift your body so your feet are touching the other side of your face.
And hold.
Meow consumers! Get ya merchandise! I got the best products in the litter, I’m tellin’ ya!
Wait. What’s that I see up there?
Psst! Cat! Meet me at the other window!
She’ll look up at me quizzically and ask, “meow?” Then I’ll walk toward the kitchen, and she’ll know she’s getting food! “MEOOOOWWW!!”
If you ever get to meet Luna, she will emotionally destroy you.