You gotta tip toe like a slinky weasel behind the Shadowcat's tail as it slumbers, resist the urge to hug the fluffy murder kitty, and feed it a tasty basket of sardines from your hot bar. The kitty accepts this generous gift and disappears in a flash.
So, my friends call me the "King of ShadowManes". The reason why is because, out of everyone in the tribe, I always come back with one or 5. But the others, all I hear in the voice party is "Oh, son of" or "Welp, Jesus here I come." It's so funny to hear in the background. I give them tips on how to do it, but they always some how wake them up.