rob: We are doing well for artists, that cat looks familiar...
The Grey Monk: It's an amalgam of my five cats, I think.
rob: Looks like you
rob: Looks like a familiar
The Grey Monk: A summon my familiars with stinky canned food each night.
rob: Ha
The Grey Monk: They turn back to demons without it.
rob: Do they turn into gremlins if you feed them after midnight