Pretty Cats Only

June stared up at a tall tree in the middle of a neighborhood and sighed deeply before glaring at the teary-eyed Casper. 

"You said you lost him!" June exclaimed, noticing the black blob sitting on one of the three branches, seemingly judging the two handsome idols beneath him. 

"I did!" Casper defended. "Well, technically, my sister lost him. But that's beside the point. He still got lost!" 

"He's literally right there," June sighed, pointing at the supposed Luther. 

"Well, he's always been a good cat. Ever since he was young, he stayed at our house, bathed bi-weekly with shampoo that smelled like cookies, and was fed premium raw cat food from a famous veterinarian! Nothing like this has happened before," Casper said. 

"I thought you lost him forever," June sighed.

"Oh no. Don't even go there. I might not be able to function for an entire week if that happens," Casper said. "Maybe...even for the rest of my life."