Carlton had it all—soft beds, gourmet snacks, zero trauma processing—but it wasn’t enough. So he ran off to be feral with a sleek, silent cat (possible hitman?), a cat with 14 phones and zero alibis, a greasy scream-therapist, an otter with a humanizing pond (we don’t ask), a sultry lion with beef, and a tense lesbian named Daphne. He’s spiraling. It’s weird. It’s emotional. There’s cake. Follow an emotionally compromised cat into the wild. Or just stay for the snacks.
