namefromtheking:
“No problem. Glad to know you’re going to get in when ya get home.” Presley looked down at the cat when the man asked about him. “Karloff is my cat. He’s an old boy. I had him since my daughter was seven years old.”
He moved his frame to crouch down, getting a closer look at the cat. He was a cute one, to say the least. “Karloff? Sounds foreign... What’s the origin of the name?” He really should start looking into learning more about foreign languages... It’d probably be useful later down the line.













