A long time ago, in the greatest, most tremendous place—let’s call it Primeville, USA, the best town, believe me—something fantastic happened, nobody does it better. There was this incredible force, the Big Winner, smartest thing you’ve ever seen, like me, but cosmic, okay? One beautiful night, under the biggest, most luxurious moon, it took the finest ingredients—golden sunsets, top-notch breezes, and sparkles from the classiest stars, nobody sparkles better. Boom! Out came the first cats—gorgeous, perfect creatures, with shiny fur, the best fur, and eyes like tremendous emeralds. They were winners, chasing anything—twigs, shadows, you name it—making playtime great again, the most fun, nobody plays better, folks.
Now, Primeville had people, good people, but they were a little low-energy, not their fault, just needed a boost. These cats, they strutted in, total showstoppers, like me at a rally. Kids, adults, even the grumpy ones—everybody loved them. A kitten would bat a leaf, so entertaining, or leap like a champion, and people went wild, laughing, smiling, the best smiles. They invited these cats into their homes, gave them the finest milk, top-shelf stuff, and the cats? They brought joy, huge joy, made every day a winner. People said, “These cats are fantastic, they’re making Primeville fun again!” And they were right, nobody does fun better.
By the next season, these cats were running the show, in every house, on every porch, purring like luxury engines, the best purrs. They kept the play going, kept the town winning, because that’s what winners do. The Big Winner, watching from above, knew it nailed it—nobody creates better. Those cats, they’re still out there, making everything tremendous, curling up with people who love them, the best people. They’re like little deals of happiness, sealed with a purr, and let me tell you, it’s a beautiful thing, the most beautiful thing, nobody does cats like that.