"I'm someone fighting desperately to stay alive too. Come to think of it, I'm just like The Spectre's host—an ordinary person. Neither of us has it easy."
As Deathstroke said this, the Adjutant had already transported the two men and one cat into space, placing them aboard an International Space Station some distance from the battlefield. The location was not ideal, but at least it gave them somewhere to stand.
"Yeah, life is hard. Kitty, you wouldn't understand. Cat food prices have gone up way too much in recent years, and people who keep cats have it even harder."
Wade pulled a spherical fishbowl from somewhere and inverted it over his head, allowing him to survive in space. His voice became somewhat muffled, with a built-in echo effect: "Back then, people raised cats by giving them some milk and little fish, and that was considered pretty good. But in this day and age, you have to buy expensive cat food, or people online will accuse you of abusing your cat. Sigh, sometimes a cat's meal costs more than a person's. If you complain even a little, a whole crowd will jump out and curse at you, saying that if you can't afford a cat, you shouldn't have one. It's really too hard."
"Is that why you don't keep pets?" Dream of a Thousand Cats lay on Deathstroke's shoulder and looked Deadpool over. It quickly shook its head and answered its own question. "No, probably not. It's more likely because you stink too much. Animals with sensitive noses couldn't survive around you, could they?"
The ordinary animals humans kept probably could not. They lacked intelligent minds, much less willpower. Their survival instincts would drive them away from anything rotten.
Even small animals knew to stay away from filth, or they would