After growing up during the I Can Haz Cheeseburger era, I'm glad that we as a society have progressed to the point of understanding that cats' internal narration should be extremely dignified and comically formal for a creature so dumb. They really are like
Sir, I fail to see which part of this situation you could possibly find amusing. Can you not see that I am stuck, trapped onto this couch by my own claw, and shall consequently die?

















