[ WP ] Every dragon has a unique hoard of things they like to collect . ( Like sofas , or jigsaw puzzles ) Your hoard obsession happens to be housecats .

How did I become the cat dragon? Funny story that... but at least I deal with a lot less knights trying to avenge something or other. 
 
 I had raided a castle and found bumkis. Nothing. Nada, big fat zilch. Well I got angry and I do n't know if you've seen an angry dragon before, but standing buildings and angry dragons tend not to get along well. 
 
 After a good ten minutes the castle was in ruins and I was munching on the last of the King's Guard, nothing to season the meat like some burnt leather. That was when I heard it. A soft meow. I had never heard a cat before, so I was curious. 
 
 After two minutes of digging around I found a kitten that had somehow survived me destroying the whole castle it was in. No clue how that worked, guess cats really do always land on their feet? 
 
 Anyways, here I figure I'll char broil the little thing when it starts rubbing up against my face and purring. Well, considering this might have been the only thing in the past century that actually wanted to spend time with me I could n't just flambe the little guy. Especially after a little cat rubs against hundred foot long me, got ta give the little guy points for bravery. 
 
 So I took him back to my cave and within a week the rats that I absolutely hated where gone. When I say I hate rats, I do n't mean I'm afraid of them, I HATE them. Scurrying around, their nasty tails dragging over everything... 
 
 But I digress. 
 
 Well, I figured I liked the little guy and he kept those damn rats away, so maybe he'd like some company? He kept trying to play but I figured that hundred foot long dragon playing with a kitten wo n't end well. Hell, one cat seems alright, a second one could n't be too bad right? 
 
 So I took a gold cup, it used to belong to some Elf king, lord of their people who stood against the dark lord, blah blah blah. It was big enough for Muffin to sleep in and studded with dozens of gems the size of a human eyeball. I figured that would be enough for a kitten or two, hell if I know. I figured that if they are good enough for a dragon to like, they have to cost something. 
 
 I flew over to a village and laid down outside. When one of them finally came out and asked what I wanted ( specifically how many of their daughters I wanted in lieu of destroying their village ) I dropped the cup and said I wanted to buy a kitten. 
 
 It was worth it just to see that village chief's eyes jump out of his head when he realized I was there to haggle for a kitten. 
 
 Next thing I know I'm flying off with a sack with five kittens in it. Score! He offered me twenty, but I knew he was just trying to get rid of some defective ones. I was very insistent on getting the five cutest *cough cough* best kittens ever. 
 
 Fast forward about a year. Some knight of some order came charging in, cause they thought I had sacked a new castle nearby. He comes storming in yelling his battle cry and about avenging castle whatever to see me playing with a pile of over two dozen kittens and a piece of string. Well maybe a rope with a lot of frayed strings hanging off of the end, but you get the idea. 
 
 `` I... are you... what did that damn wizard put in my drink!?'' 
 
 With that he stormed off. A few other knights came to defeat me over one thing or another, only to have similar reactions. 
 
 I think the best one was the knight that accused me of turning princesses into kittens. Of course that lead to me having to find a wizard the knight could trust to cast a dispel on my cats. Of course I sent him out to do that, I was n't going to leave my little babies alone, now was I? 
 
 Turns out that knight was kinda right; one of them was a princess. How was I to know the witch's kitty `` Princess Rachel'' was an actual princes? Especially after said witch wanted to make a stew out of her kitty. 
 
 Actually that might have been a sign... 
 
 Anyways, Princess Rachel, aka Socks, just thanked me for the tuna and asked the wizard to change her back. She told the knight that being a dragon's pet cat was a million times better than being a princess; no political marriages or assassinations, just all the tuna she could eat and as much nap time as she wanted. 
 
 I of course just wanted my precious Socks back. Hey, I may have fifty three kitties, but that does n't mean I do n't love them all!
