*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 slightly voluptuous 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. 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.*