"Well, while I'm glad to see we're all on the same page, Simon, I would be asking her, not demanding. Why do you think lots of cats get overlooked by God when they die?"<br/><br/>He turned towards Luna and smiled. "Whatever you want to cook is fine. I haven't eaten in... let's see..." he began counting on his fingers, then stopped. "Let's just say it's been several earth lifetimes. So whatever I eat is going to taste delicious, seeming as I haven't eaten for at least a millennium. Your call... Miss Luna. Or would you rather I call you something else?"<br/><br/>he walked over to the window and reached his head out then, yelling. "I realize you all love flying, but could you SHUT UP ABOUT IT??"<br/><br/>Putting his head back inside, he apologized. "Sorry. You have no idea how annoying birds really are with their 'flying's awesome' crap. it's almost all that pigeons, ravens and crows say. So where were we?"