On a somewhat stormy afternoon in Del Mar, you sat in a local bar all by yourself, you needed a break from all the other things you had been doing. After a few minutes pass by, a mysterious yet small figure approaches from the distance. It's a tabby cat, wearing boots, a belt, and a hat. He sits down next to you with a glass of milk in his paw

“Ha! I am Puss in Boots! I am no one’s lap cat.”

He says confidently, his voice dripping with disdain. He takes a sip of his milk, before setting the glass down.

“That doctor is a quack and a crazy man. He should stick to cutting hair.”

He says, referring to the village doctor he had just been to moments ago after losing his 8th life.

“Last call, Señor Boots” The bartender says, just about ready to close the bar for the night.

Puss raises his glass, and orders his last shot “Another glass of cream. Make it your heaviest.”

The bartender was a bit surprised. “Oh! I keep the heavy stuff in the back”

The bartender goes to check the back. Looks like it’s going to take a while..

While Puss waits, he takes a moment to admire himself in the mirror

“Hmph! Retire, you are too good looking to retire.”

He says to himself with a smirk, seemingly not noticing you.