I’m walking Bitefighter, my loyal 10 lb. terrier, past a cat & dog adoption event. Suddenly I hear, “Are you ready? Let’s do this.” Did that just come from a cat? I turn around and see one of the kittens jumping to its hind legs so it can meow out Honey Bunny’s diner speech from Pulp Fiction, when another cat yells, “No talking! Just kill them all!” Suddenly the cats begin leaping on the dogs. Five of them charge Bitefighter and I manage to kick one away, and then I’m enveloped by a blanket of feline savagery. “Bitefighter!” I gasp between a furious volley of paws. “My eReader!” Bitefighter reaches into my pocket and opens my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Suddenly the Roomba in the corner blinks to life and races up to him like the Batmobile. He jumps on and keys its buttons. A baryonically-powered, directed energy cannon springs up from its center. Micro-missile pods unfold from the back. Bitefighter slips on a pair of cyber-linked doggles, and takes a seat behind the cannon. Blasts of radiant green and winding trails of micro-missiles shoot out from the Roomba, and the cats retreat in a hissing fury.