100 years ago my daughter picked out the World’s Best Cat. Joe was just your average grey striped house cat, and he’s been gone since forever... and I still miss him. When he was going to kill someone (usually me) his pupils would dilate like that. Then he’d freeze up like a stone... and then the hell of 100 angry Moulinexes would be unleashed. If he wasn’t after me he was after our other cat... and the house would shake with their wrestling and body slams. Back in the Before Times, for us - Valhalla existed here on earth.