My ward is a worthless minute, whimpering feline.
My incongruous lover
lieutenant, an indolent other.
I demand fur collars, wit, ridiculously extravagant and nonetheless failed acts of terrorism vandalism, or compensation.
Something good need be born of this day.
As for the lesser creatures, well... certainly, we can pursue to accommodate your growing appetites, insofar as there's to be no biting of the hand that feeds you. Walter, you may squeal your application ~ ♥
private to palace staff viewable :: warded :: cursed
...how many of you still in functional status?
[ooc: I do believe he actually likes the fluffy little things ;.;]