Three black, short-haired felines are lined up in the studio apartment’s foyer like Hitler’s Third Reich soldiers: Fury, Exterminator, and Princess. The trio has golden-shimmering-evil eyes. Princess hates Luke, hisses and growls. She’s the devil compared to her brothers. Her tail swings left and right, and her eyes of death stare him down.
When Luke walks quietly and calmly around the trio, he whispers, “I loathe p*****s. I’m a dog man.”
Princess obviously understands English, or at least the word dog, and hisses again. She flings out a paw with extended claws, ready for battle. More growls. So much dramatic growling. Jesus, she’s a feisty kitty with too much attitude. RuPaul in cat form.
As Luke crosses the living room area, he thinks Princess will run after him and jump on his back,
