One of the many stories from Elsewhere University is that of the King of Cats. Students claim to have met him anywhere from back alleys in the dead of night to empty fields on a sunny afternoon . He has been described as wearing anything from regal capes and golden circlets to tattered vests and crowns that look suspiciously like beaten up tuna cans.
Students have equal trouble agreeing on the king’s appearance beyond his garb, sometimes describing him as a lithe, coldly regal abyssinian, sometimes as a fat and jovial persian, and still others as something muscled and scar-faced, more like a bear than a cat. The only constant is his request: food, of any kind. If he judges your offering as worthy he may repay you; you might find your pockets filled with old coins and shiny trinkets, or hear age-old secrets whispered on the wind, or perhaps you’ll notice that pests, human or otherwise, can’t help but give you a wide berth.
Whether or not he is indeed the king of cats, he is not a true royal of the Fair Folk (As most who’ve seen him are sane enough to tell of it). However, rumors hold that the King of Cats known to students is but a pretender to the throne, buying food and favor with a monarch’s mantle. Certainly, this is only a rumor. Certainly it has nothing to do with the baleful presence felt at the King’s usual haunts once the sun goes down. Certainly your growing sense of dread is only imagined. And certainly, on those nights with a crescent moon, the abrupt end of the alley cats’ yowling has nothing to do with the maddening, suffocating, utterly alien thing just outside the window.