Alas, you fool, you interpreted it more favorably than I could have hoped. And this shall be your downfall. Instead of the embarrassing and horrible truth that in the years of 1946 through 1952 I went on a serial spree of feline fisticuffs and was never captured by my pursuers despite the international infamy I accrued and that my current life is a well maintained lie meant to further elude the consequences of my brash youth as I bask in my elder years, you thought I merely engaged in fictitious feline brawling.

Jokes aside my first DM at an in person table had one of the first minor antagonists we encountered be a demon who took the form of various cats. I did punch that one.