So, yeah, this has been sitting in my locker the past decade or so, along with my account. Amazing the kind of stuff you forget about in that kind of time.
It's an Emerald-eyed bluish grey kitten and comes with a black silk-mesh sack with silver drawstrings. I named him Satan's Butthole, because you know, he's a cat. You can call him whatever you'd like, though, and he'll ignore you just the same as he does me.
You can nudge, clean, greet, rub, kiss, snuggle, hug, prod, poke, pet, wave, and tickle the kitten, and the sheer voracity of its indifference and casual apathy will never cease to astound you.
Place them on the ground and it'll follow you, if only because you're currently the one feeding them.
Ze Kitten, it has been sold.