Seventeen Seconds: I saw someone run over my kitten the other day.

Faith: I wish I could get run over now, too, because life is pointless.

Pornography: WAIT, FUCK THAT. YOU KILLED MY KITTEN, AND NOW I WILL KILLLL YOUUUUU!!!

Japanese Whispers: I lost my kitten, but bought this synth instead. Now, let's dance.

The Top: I had a kitten once, but now I have these groovy drugs. Ooooooo, look...now I have a caterpillar!

The Head on the Door: Didn't I use to have a kitten?

Kiss Me x 3: Look at the beautiful kittens, they're dancing! They're dancing! They're ... wait, now I see dancing kittens everywhere ... they're all around me ... get the kittens out of my sight ... get them out of my fucking head ... NOW NOW ... oh, a cockatoo! OK, that's an improvement.

Disintegration: I used to have a kitten. In the end, though, All kittens DIE and ABANDON you to a life of LONELINESS and MISERY. So you're better off not owning one

Wish: I'm a kitten trapped in a cat's body. Everyone loves the kitten, but the cat is inherently less loveable DO YOU SEE?

Wild Mood Swings: Wow, I'm so happy now that I have this shiny new Mint Car to drive around...wait, what was that bump?

Bloodflowers: I ran over someone else's kitten, I hate myself and while I don't exactly want to die, I think I'll mope around for a while. Yeah.

The Cure: This is my 13th kitten. I wonder if that isn't the right number to stop now with the kitten business.