Oh Grrrls Just Wanna Have Fun (Patreon)

Priscilla's parents, Shari and Calvin, dancin' their worries away back in 1985. Behold their ginormous size difference, and Shari's ginormous 80s perm.

There's a curious cultural dichotomy between big cats (eg. lions, tigers, leopards, etc) and smaller cats, particular domestic cats. Big cats take themselves very seriously. They are seemingly obsessed with pride, prestige, and tradition. Lions especially pride themselves on being powerful, noble, and dignified at all times. They have a hunter's mindset to socializing, and form friendships and alliances based on how much social clout and power it will afford them. From the moment Shari was born, her parents had already planned out her life- honor roll, valedictorian, graduate college sumna cum laude, high flying job in politics, medicine, or business (get out on that job market savannah and bring home that metaphorical bacon!). Marry a proud lion with good genes and even better finances, turn out a few cubs, rinse and repeat. 

Shari followed her parents' plan perfectly. She soared high in her studies and eventually landed a promising job in business finance. She pushed her own silly interests and pesky personal feelings aside. Then, one night at a friend's bachelorette party, she meets a little tomcat named Cal, and everything goes tits up.

Domestic cats differ from their larger cousins in that they're little weirdos. Lil creachers. They don't often give a hoot about playing along with social constructs like "having a job" or "not committing crimes" or "having a gender". Whereas a lion might study dance to as a means of impressing their colleagues, little cats dance just cuz they feel like it. Bat around a toilet paper tube because they feel like it. Run around a room at 3am because they feel like it. And so Calvin dances Shari's socks off, completely uncaring of the club patrons gawking at them, just because he feels like it. (and also cuz lion woman hot).

Shari's parents did not care for their daughter dating (and later marrying!) some nobody housecat wannabe author. They probably would've disowned Shari and just had another cub if they hadn't been too old to safely do so (dammit). Calvin is still subject to many withering glares at the lion holiday dinners. Calvin doesn't care. Shari doesn't care. They both find each other to be both egregiously fun and fiercely intelligent, and that's all that matters. Once Priscilla asked her mother how she fell for a little bald goober like her dad, and Shari gets a faraway dreamy look in her eyes and starts saying something about "hips that grooved like a well-oiled machine" to which Pris blanches cuz ew mom wtf

Shari and Cal are voguing, a style of dance that originated in Black LGBTQ spaces in the 80s. Here's a version without all the neon barf effects