I am not that frickin cat
's butler, I don't know why he keeps telling people that! I found the brat in the alley behind my old work and brought him home- the poor thing was so scrawny and cold I didn't even know he could talk! If I had, I might have just left him- one talking cat on gaia is annoying enough and I barely even have to look
But, yeah, one sip of the warm milk I put out for him and he says "Why, madam, I believe you've made a terrible mistake- you added far too much cream to your tea and ruined it!" and goes on for hours about proper cream:tea ratios. And in the process I was demoted from "madam" to "butler." I swear, he thinks this house is his! Argh!!