Anyone who has ever owned a cat knows all they really want is a place to nap, food, a nice scratch post, things to play with and an occasional petting session (that had better be on their terms). That’s why this comic is just so dead on.
A random sorority sister gives a pretty thorough tour of The Donald's 757, fully-loaded with Rolls Royce engines, seat belts plated in 24-karat gold, and a 57-inch plasma screen with surround sound.
Hard to tell, really. That is a disturbing noise, and I'm not talking about the dog.