No. That is not a cute cat.
It looks like a pug. With its face all mashed in and what not.
Fine then you're a cute cat Torrey
Awwww. *Purrs and rubs against your leg.*
*picks up the cat properly and starts to pet it*
Oh crap Sauron is going to kill me for having Torrey the cat. Oh well I'll risk it for the cat.
*continues to pet the cat.
*Taps the floor with my cane and the shadows come forth and wrap around my body*
*Arches my back into the rub , still purring.* Well, at the moment, as long as I am still petted; I'll have anything he wants.
*leans back in chair, fist on chin, one eyebrow raised*
*Pulls arm back, then quickly thrusts it forward. The shadows fly from my hand and hit sharkdog in the face. His head snaps backward, his neck broken, and Torrey falls to the floor. I slowly walk over and look into sharkdog's lifeless eyes* He risked his life for a cat. What a foolish man.
...*Hisses and walks away, jumping on Crossing's lap.*
*regenerates*
U must be stupid as well because remember I know death and death the kid
You think you can fight me? Ha! *Shadows coil around my fist*
No I don't and I don't want to fight. *picks up the cat again and pets it once more*
*Pets Torrey cat* What foolish mortal would kill for an animal, even for one as. . . gracious as this cat?
*Scratches and jumps back onto Crossing's lap.*
*stuffs cotton balls in cheeks. . . looks at cat* So you have come to me in your time of need?
*Jumps off lap and chases the string hanging off your pants.*
Sharkdog, this is my kingdom. You will restrain yourself from touching the cat, or face exile.
*turns around then turns back and runs to walmart*
When did Wally-world get here?
No! This is a sappy love story! Let the cat go where she must!
Very well. The cat chooses where she goes.
The ground isn't that sappy. *Lifts paws to see if there is any substance.*
*Ascends to my throne* Now then, I have no scribe to tell me what is occuring in my kingdom. Come forth, CrossingOblivion.
Torrey cat, choose your destiny! *says in deep, rumbling, Darth Vaider voice.*
Come forth, Crossing. I do not like to have to repeat myself.
*Comes forth, snickering at the fact that Torrey cat chose wal-mart*
While his Royal Majesty, King AJ, is away you shall be my scribe, CrossingOblivion. It will be your job to advise me, inform me of going-ons in the kingdom and record happenings. Is this understood?
I wish to assemble the council of my kingdom. There is a... matter that must be discussed.
What am I again? In this kingdom?
Princess of Awesomeness, maid and one of Charles' comrades. So you're on the council.
Perfect! *Sits in my shiny blue chair.*
Now we need Crossing, Charles and Dave.
However, the matter to be discussed is what to do in case the good king never returns.
Fish? *Teleports to Walmart.*