[ WP ] Veterinarians invent a chip which will make your pet live forever . Due to a sponsorship arrangement , it replaces all your pet 's typical vocalizations with advertisements for various products .

Nothing started off Stan's day better than Joey screaming `` Drainex! Better and fresher with an ALL-NEW rose mahogany compound scent! Never before has cleaning-'' 
 
 `` Joey, shut up for once. I get it, I'll feed you,'' Stan said as he rubbed his sleepy eyes and got out of bed. He walked to the kitchen of his small studio apartment, all the while the Angoran tabby kept yelling about the latest rose-mahogany-compound-scented caustic cleaner. 
 
 Stan cursed the monopolized chip in Joey's spinal cord. The fortune that it had cost to ensure that Joey would live forever was not only evident in Stan's savings account, but in Stan's mind - that it was selfish of him to deny Joey death. It had come at the cost of eternal torment for either cat food or cleaning fluid. 
 
 But Joey was Joey. Joey was a cat with above-average intelligence, but his lifespan was n't the only thing that was extended. 
 
 `` Joey. Joey. Come here to papa,'' Stan cooed at the cat. 
 
 Instead of meowing, Joey let out a series of digitized meowing sounds. 
 
 `` MeowMunch! Purr-fect for your pet, with extra-'' 
 
 The morning was the worst part of the day for Stan. For Joey was hungry, and he let his concerns be known to Stan very quickly. 
 
 As Stan scratched behind Joey's ear, the angoran tabby changed his MeowMunch tirade into a soft purring. 
 
 `` Oh! What a mess! Help us, Señor Lavador! Why, it's the one and ONLY Señor Lavador, with his-'' Joey's purring softly broke the silence of morning. 
 
 Stan stopped, and walked over to the pantry. He took out the MeowMunch bag and poured a handful into Joey's bowl, all the while Joey softly purred about Señor Lavador's preternatural cleaning capabilities. 
 
 # Joey 
 
 Strange sounds emanated from his throat, but he did n't care. So long as he got his food, he was okay. 
 
 But he felt strange. He felt long. Old. But he was as robust and powerful as the day he was given a painful sting in the back. Sometimes it itched, but when he tried to scratch his back, it was gone. So this bothersome thing was a bare irritant of little issue. 
 
 This creature that fed him was strange. Had different fur every day, and went somewhere for some time. It changed it's fur once more and left the world once more. 
 
 He tried to say something that was n't of his own voice when the creature was gone. Something that was n't of the strange replacement for his voice. Something that the creature was called by other creatures when they met. 
 
 He looked in the thing that made other things there but he could n't touch those things. Instantly, a creature like him appeared. Where he looked at the creature, the creature looked back at the same spot on him. When he swatted at this stranger, their paws met. Separated by something invisible. Something strange. And thus, he slowly, over days, came to a realization. He had all the time in the world to figure out who this was. 
 
 It was him. It only made sense that this stranger was him, but different. It looked opposite to him. It felt different. There was no warmth. Only cold coming from this doppelgänger. 
 
 # - 
 
 `` Saaa,'' Joey hissed in his effort while looking at himself in the mirror. Joey was a cat. He could only hiss and scream and meow, and his chip let out advertisements for candy bars and cars and other things. 
 
 # Joey 
 
 `` Saaayiy,'' he hissed at himself. It was close. Perhaps the fur-changing creature would like his efforts. The sounds he made were strange, but the creature recognized them to have meaning. So he would have to make such sounds to the creature. He needed to voice his major concern. A tragedy in the long term, something that he could not allow. His only hope, his only effort that he could make to make sure that the creature understood him and his concern. 
 
 His concern was that there was not enough food in his bowl.
