At this, the villainess rolled her eyes. Who did this cat think he was, anyway? She had been the one who’d gotten him all mutant and dangerous in the first place. Now he was just getting a bit arrogant.

“No, I’m not. Just don’t call me ‘Kitty.’ Do you know what that would do to my rep on the streets?”

Great, so now the kitty can read minds?

“Yup. Get used to it, babe.”

She gave him a death stare and nearly sliced off his left paw.

“Ah, so is that one of your powers? Being extremely clumsy with your laser vision?”

She almost gave him another look, but decided not to risk killing the annoying little furball.

“Well, what are your powers? The hairball of death?”

“Nope. Reading minds, talking. And being ridiculously cute.”

“I must disagree with that one. You’re covered in toxic waste. And you smell. And fine, pick your own name, but don’t expect me to use it.”

She was already getting fed up with this super-sized cat. How was she going to deal with it when she’s creating chaos?