When Ben and Zane passed by the pet store, they just couldn’t resist the tabby orange cat in the window. Huggable and tame, the beast had just the right amount of gluttony, sloth, and pride, and the Cartonists had thought they found the perfect mascot. They were all ready to purchase, but then it turned out that there was no cat. Ben and Zane had just been talking to no one at all, unaware of their isolation, slowly growing more and more morose. Man, fuckin’ mondays.