Missy the Cat

"Um, Missy the cat, please."

"Okay, strip nude and put this on." I said, handing her a collar with the name 'Missy' on it. Once naked, Beyonce slips it on.

"Goodbye cruel wor-" said Beyonce before being paused and reprogrammed by me.

"You are now my pet cat, Missy."

Beyonce gets on all fours, purring and stretching. Now Missy, my pet cat. I press the red button in the center of the remote, which I knew erased the singer from memory.

I strlke behind Missy's ears as my next client entered.