It is a peaceful afternoon chez Yowl.
Suddenly, there is a noise indicating the end of the world.
Thumbs rushes to the carbon monoxide detector.
Thumbs races into the living room, frantically following the yowl.
A cannister vacuum hose, dancing the macarena, greets her.
Thumbs quickly turns OFF the vacuum, opens the back panel to remove the bag, and sure enough, out pops a formerly svelte cat, now fattened by furballs, plant leaves, and dust bunnies.
The caterwauling does NOT cease.
"Your Grace, I've got you, you're safe!"
"I was EATEN!"
"I can see that. I'm glad you weren't digested!"
"Get rid of that foul contraption at once! This is attempted REGICIDE!"
"Yes, I think we're going to need an upright. But, one question, your Grace. How did you turn it ON?"
"It didn't need thumbs, I just stepped on that button."
"Yes, but why?"
"You put my leftover lunchables in it."
"You mean I vacuumed up the food you spilled on the floor."
"I was saving that for tea. You never serve enough tuna."
"Back to cleaning up with a broom and dustpan"
"Or just serving more tuna."