— tangled in the willows ; list writing

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px COLOR solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: COLOR;"]Kilgore would like to say that since his time in The Pitt he hadn't been treated too unkindly, at least nothing to complain about, but the tone of the cat that meandered on up to him kinda tickled him the wrong way and he made a face. "For Santie Claws, o'course." the larger animal would blink once, twice, turn away, and decide to wait for someone else to come up. He didn't think that writing lists would be much of a problem. Surely it wouldn't offend anyone that didn't need to be gettin' offended. Just on time, Stryker showed up, and at the sound of his voice Kilgore's ears perked and he turned back, the hairs on his pelt prickling with barely contained energy. "Oh man, aren't I glad to see you mister, d'ya think you could do me a little favor? Could you write me a list for Santie Claws? I don't mean to be awfully selfish or nuffin, I just want somethin' nice for this year."