Recruit Them When They Are Young

Your saving throw against cuteness FAILS

Let the dice fall where they may

I think Gary Gygax has reincarnated into my cat. I don't know; it's frightening. His eyes keep following me around the room as if to say "roll your initiative dice". It's just plain eerie. I know some tabletop gamesmasters wear capes when they referee their pen-and-paper games, so when I walked into the living room and found my cat dressed up like a hairy sort of Galadriel (yes, I know it's a male cat, but I have had suspicions that he is a pre-op cross-dresser, actually, now I come to think of it--he's a post-op crossdresser, since he's already been neutered), my first instinct was to grab my character sheet and yell "I disbelieve!".

But of course, he patiently waited for me to settle down and ease back into the game. He meeowed at me; I had no idea what he was trying to convey (flavor description of the setting? the stats of an unconquerable foe? His determination to kill the party?); I felt like I was trapped in a crossover between Pizza Cats and Call of Cthulhu, where one false move would see me imprisoned in the Abyss for ever--err...I mean my character.