OK. So the thing ate the pasta. What do I do now? I don’t suppose it has a name? I DID notice that it likes listening to Johnny Cash....”Ring of Fire.” No accounting for taste I guess. It sort of purred along. Or maybe that was flatulence?
The thing does need a name. How ‘bout “Vishnu, the destroyer of worlds?” Naaah. That’s been used. Beelzebub? Naaah.
Oh criminy! The thing isn’t housebroken. Great. Just great.....
Yeah, it uses the litter box but the "whooshing" noise of the toilet scares it and it tends to ... leak a bit when it gets upset.