Cat3 slowly rose to his tiny paw-feet and grabbed the flying ball thingy. He waddled over towards cat2 and smashed it upon it's head. As he did this the flying ball of destruction exploded with a nice satisfying "POP". Cat1 stopped roaring and looked at where his other two counterparts were. Now they were just litter stains on the floor of life. Cat1 ran forward in a tiny cute blood lust looking to attack anyone in his path.