Wow. You're not just the LEGO Maniac, you're the Turkey Whisperer! Either cats have their own sophisticated system of interaction and emotional display far beyond anything the human mind can comprehend or understand, or they're just really rude.
Nice. A new talent that I have! I like to think it's the first idea you said. There's something about cats that is sophisticated but seem to come off as rude to us.
Awesome! Maybe they seem nicer when you're a cat yourself.
Leading each and every chicken out of the barn took much longer than Joy would have liked. Still, the chickens seemed compliant enough, and within ten minutes or so they were all walking around in the woods; they seemed happy to no longer be cooped up, and clucked curiously around the trees. Once she was sure they were all clear of the area, Joy got to work. Taking the torch, she crept into the depths of the barn and stopped by some of the biggest haystacks to light them up. Orange flames quickly licked up the dry straw, and Joy's pulse began to race as she realized how quickly the fires were growing; thick, stinging smoke was already climbing up to the ceiling. In the dimness of the evening, the fires cast a haunting glow from the interior. I wonder how long it'll be 'till someone sees the fires. Joy licked her lips nervously as she slipped out the back door, knowing it was too risky to go by the front. Around the rear end of the barn were several old, disused pens, and by those pens were yet more haystacks--old and molding as they were. Joy began setting fire to those, as well, just for good measure. After a couple of minutes, she began to pick up an odd burnt smell; different from the burning straw, and it seemed to be closer to her than the other fires. Yet, when she looked around for the source, she could only see the small blazes among the haystacks. Still, the smell persisted, and she was beginning to feel a heated sensation against her face-- "My beard!" she shrieked. She ripped the disguise off her face, finding the ends of the curled hairs flaming, and flung it hastily to the ground, quickly stamping it out. When the blazes had died down, she peered at it distastefully. "Well," she muttered. "That could have ended badly." "Yes," a new voice startled her. "Yes, it could." Joy whirled around to see a hooded figure standing several feet behind her. The man pulled down his hood to reveal long, flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and had a handsome face. Yet, through his attractiveness, there was something malevolent in his gaze that left Joy feeling disturbed. "Hello, gorgeous," said Greed.
Her name is Joy. Gorgeous is in Tellecarth, five miles that way. *points*
Nice. A new talent that I have! I like to think it's the first idea you said. There's something about cats that is sophisticated but seem to come off as rude to us.
Awesome! Maybe they seem nicer when you're a cat yourself.
Either cats have their own sophisticated system of interaction and emotional display far beyond anything the human mind can comprehend or understand, or they're just really rude. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
Maybe they seem nicer when you're a cat yourself. 
Which is merely a chip in the iceberg, but it's something. 
Good thinking. It's just a cat thing. 