the book.

"Left, right, left, right... No, stop flailing your paws, you stupid creature! They aren't even touching the ground!" *The hat shouted, rapping lightly against the "gray" head. Its tall, pointed cone—reminiscent of a witch's hat—rippled with anger. Yet, the gray cat beneath it didn't care in the slightest about the talking, malevolent hat perched atop it. It didn't even care about the four massive purple octopus tentacles sprouting from its back.*