In the shaggy trenches of grandma’s living room, the battle rages on. Plastic green soldiers, forever locked in mid-salute or sniper pose, square off against their most fearsome adversary yet—a smug housecat with warlord eyes and claws to match.

Flanked by a mutant feline commander in a helmet and haunted by the eerie glow of a CRT television broadcasting feline propaganda, the brave injection-molded warriors wage a hopeless campaign across antique couches and Persian rugs.

This isn’t playtime. This is war—pet vs. platoon, whiskers vs. warfare, in a kitsch-bombed battlefield where every velvet cushion is a stronghold and every coffee table a hill to die on.

_{#midjourney, #GPT 4o, #udio, #capcut}