Like all his fellow Cat People of Felicidae IV, Throneworld to the Felis Empire (All Hail Emperor Buttons), Phil must–every four years–retreat to his wicker egg vagina and try to get people involved in civic affairs through public service announcements. It’s a really specific evolutionary development and xeno-biologists are mystified about it to this day.
(Seriously: that chair is terrifying. It looks like H.R. Giger’s summer camp arts and crafts project.)