Hello, all! I'm a 29-year-old writer from London who calls himself Leonard or Lenny or Len, or apparently sometimes Leo. I moved to New York to pursue the only thing that I really know how to do - write. Looking forward to life in the city!

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Gavin finished his last trip around the kitchen island and danced towards the door. “Hes got looks that books take pages to tell, and a face to bring you to your knees,” he sang as he threw the door open. Grin like Cheshire himself, he spun and held out his hand, “Pardner. You ready to wrassle down some little furry bundles of adorablicity?” The catfood he’d bought on impulse sat in a small pyramid atop the tv behind him. “Welcome to the original site of the Gaviland royal palace. Just wait. Itll be the coolest continent as a country ever. Australia wont know what hit it.” With a quick inhale, he realized he was babbling. Gavin moved out of the way of the door.

Chuckling, Lenny sauntered through the doorway as Gavin stepped aside, examining his mate’s “royal palace” with approval. “Gaviland? You plan on taking over the world anytime soon, mate? You know I’ll gladly accept you as my lord and savior any day.” The Englishman noticed the pile of cat food perched atop Gavin’s television. “That’s our bait, I assume?” Moving to the television to study the cat food, Lenny grabbed a few bags and opened them to smell the hard, cereal-like pellets within. Wrinkling his nose and recoiling, he set the bag back down. “That shit’s nasty, mate. I’d love to come back as a cat, but I’m going to eat mice or birds or something. Not that rubbish.” Lenny looked back at Gavin and grinned. “So, where are these so-called kittens? And should I have brought a net?”