Ticktock was being a dork. Again
The tom's eyes gleamed with victory. Around his neck he wore a orange collar, a old one at that. He had traded some catmint for his new treasure. Sure, the metal was rusted, and the farbric was falling apart. But what did it matter? IT WAS A FREAKING COLLAR!
The midnight–colored tom smiled to himself. ¨I'm going to you forever, collar......¨