It can be visually distressing and there are perhaps too many anus-related jokes (I would have settled for one). But the dialogue is funny — “Should we take Airborne? It was designed by teachers” is among my favorite lines this year — the social satire sharp and the NYC references fun, if you know them (a scene in the Café Carlyle, nods to Brooklyn’s Union Pool, a character obviously modeled on Fran Lebowitz). And the whole business proves, happily, to have a lot of heart — broken sometimes, but that’s life, even in Toontown.

Kevin works because it’s not just leaning on gags. It really tries to put its characters and stories in a position to be funny without leaning on gags, which makes the gags funny instead of fatiguing to watch.

Can be a bit all-over-the-place. (As is its prerogative — no one’s coming here for realism.) But its sense of Kevin’s journey from a shy, kept cat to one ready for whatever life hands him is clear, a North Star to guide all the otherwise enjoyable chaos.

If it only occasionally lives up to its fullest potential for humor and heart, it eventually finds enough warmth to be worth curling up with.

It's not perfect, but it is a worthwhile endeavor with plenty of laughs in store for its four core felines.

None of this is helped by the fact that, like so many streaming animated sitcoms of its ilk, it just looks bad. .... I’m not opposed to raunch or transgression; indeed, I crave it in my comedies. But watching “Kevin” struggle through one repetitive joke after another that confuses mentioning a body function with making a clever observation about it is enough to drain the soul.

But oh, the script. The awful, awful script. So blunderingly crude is it, so sluggish its attempts at emotional depth, and so mean-spirited its approach to everything else, you may, like me, find your shoulders sagging and your soul slumping like a winded beanbag.