Everything I Am, Is His

Good afternoon Adstringendum. I trust you are well.

It seems last week that I picked up quite a bit of gentleman and ladies that were not mine. If you are missing your beloved feline, I may be the culprit. [Hear all those meows and soft cries of attention from behind him? Why yes, those are cats around his feet, wanting the food he’s setting down around him.] There’s nothing better than cats and I simply couldn’t help myself.

Most of them were Yodares but I took care that none of them mixed nor harmed each other. Feel free to come pick them up.

[His gloved hands hold a very unusual item for Sebastian once he stands, stepping away from them to sit down on a chair placed outside at Ciel’s an old outside lounging table. It’s an American cookbook] Onto the second matter of business. I have finally gotten around to reading some things I purchased at the mall when it was open for business so many months ago. Tell me, won’t you? What kind of American food interests you? There are so many receipes but most of them seem to be of other culture appetites except slightly changed in product. Hams and Roasts are quite common. It’s the other things that amuse me such as a hamburger...

[He flips a few pages] Battered fish and chips... Hamburgers.. deep dish pizzas? Mm, strange indeed. Must all the oil be necessary? [Lady, his blackish bluish fur mutt mixed of a cat leaps onto his chest, pawing at him] Ah, am I giving our audience to much attention? Very well then.

[ooc: >w> If you want Sebby to have kidnappedededed your cat, just feel free to play along]