Ask the Judge

A… ball… of yarn?

What are you talking about, my dear Anonymous. My smile is not creepy. Or would you really be comfortable, if I changed the way I smile? Let’s see.

THIS

IS

REALLY

REALLY

STUPID

I bring you more pictures from the con.

Sucre - El-en

Face paint? What do you mean, face paint, Anonymous emissary?

I don't really know, but I will give you one and only hint:

Cats cannot drink coke nor pepsi.

There is no way escaping the fate. The Batter was supposed to do what he did and nothing would change if I acted differently at the beginning. The world was supposed to perish. Everything is just as it should be.

Although some cats keep hovering here

Oh, obviously there are other cats than me. We get along quite well.

I might be special but I am not that different from any other cat, anonymous.

I hunt, nap, walk around empty areas, nap some more, talk with other cats and nap with other cats. Also occasionally helping deranged batters with their sacred missions.

I am not an ordinary cat (even though no cat is ordinary) so I gratefully accept your offerings, dear imaginary Anon, but may I recommend not giving milk to cats not capable of talking, it doesn't make them feel as good as you would expect. Thank you, anyway.

He did a good job helping the Batter while I was... preoccupied. There was no other way.

However, everyone knows that there can be only one Judge, obviously.

Yes, I... I don't want to talk about that topic.

My paws? I have no idea why would a fragment of my vivid imagination want to see my paws, but here you go, dear anonymous.