You peer out from your presented cage as another bidder steps in front of you. To taunt you? To torment you? Who knows. “A cat hybrid, ay?” The bidder whispers. “No wonder you fetch such a pretty penny..” He smiles, it’s not a reassuring one, but he opens the cage nonetheless. “I’m “Captain” Kid. I wanted ya. I’m getting ya. Now out.” When you don’t budge he, Kid, frowns. “Look. I’m won’t hurt ya’. So either ya get out n’ let me treat ya like a royal, or I force ya. A’right?”