I was so upset. My hooomin brought home another thing. They are calling it Sloar. But it's small. It can't roast Zuul. It's too small.
"Then, during the Third Reconciliation of the Last of the Meketrex Supplicants, they chose a new form for him, that of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of a Sloar that day, I can tell you!"
I am not sure what is going to happen next. I think I'm going to be taken away.
But then, my hooomin tells me I'll be ok, that I'm still the kitty, and I'm not going anywhere. For that, I give lots of purrs and licks.