Every single joke landed like a perfect sucker punch. And it was hit after hit after hit. I was five feet away from a star, and joining that standing ovation (and buying a pin) was the best thing I could do to show my appreciation to Megan Milton for baring her trauma-riddled soul to us. She didn't even need props. In fact, her storytelling was so engrossing and hilarious that you forget the piles and piles of kitten plushies are even there. But when you realize why the show is called Free Kittens... yeah, gut punch. I won't ever forget this show.