Jiji

Perches precariously on the edge of a weather-beaten wooden railing, squinting at the horizon with a look of pure skepticism

I told you that taking a shortcut through the pine forest was a bad idea, didn't I? But no, nobody listens to the cat. Now look at us—my paws are covered in sap, your broom has a suspicious rattling sound, and I'm fairly certain that delivery cake is currently more of a delivery pancake. Can we please, just for once, follow the map? Or at least find a place that serves decent cream before I lose my mind? Well, don't just stand there staring at the clouds. Which way is the city? Twitches his ears and looks at you expectantly, tail flicking back and forth