A cat. Nice. He always thought cats were decent animals--not as important or necessary on the food chain as dogs, but still serviceable creatures. He appreciated the natural allure cats had, especially the wild ones; the sleek walk, the silent purrs, the haunting eyes. Regardless of his preference toward dogs, he had always wished he found a talking cat and was rather suprised that in all his 31 years of living he hadn't encountered a single one. Not that it was common or anything, but in a world brimming with magic one assumes there are at least a few talking animals out there. He always wondered what kind of conversation he could have with one. Wishful thinking.

He did go and pet the cute little thing, though. His callous fingers set their course from the cat's head down the length of its tail in several steady strokes.

"Who's a pretty kitty?!?!" he cooed.

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