Before Farkle, we were a quiet, peaceful household of 3 senior cats and 1 old lady.   We didn’t do much.  We ate, slept, burped, snored, farted, and that was about it.

Then along came Farkle, like a furry gamma ray burst.   He yelled and hollered, clawed out the screens, sailed through the pet doors, renovated the living room, and took sole possession of all the catnip and toys.   Now my house looks like a Roadrunner cartoon, with 3 born-again tigers in hot pursuit of 1 wiley tabby on turbo, all charged up like the Energizer bunny.   I don’t need cable anymore.

Now, Farkle needed a Hot Cat like a meteor needs an after-burner.   But I am in total awe at the durability of the Hot Cat.   Farkle has shredded everything in the house and has tried to demolish the Hot Cat, but to no avail.   You must make these things out of titanium or something.   I’m impressed.

~Pat, Sun Valley, Ca