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"You have to be shitting me," Strange couldn't help but say as he stared down at the Egyptian Mau, who claimed that he was the father of the mystic arts--someone who had lived thousands of years ago--and should have died, all things considered. Then again, some books did mention that he was worshipped as deity, so perhaps he could have had more supernatural origins.
"I certainly am not," the cat drew himself to his full height (which was not very impressive) and gave an offended look towards Strange.
"If you are who you say you are," Strange said, crossing his arms, "then why are you a cat, out of all the things in the world?"
"Listen, junior," the cat growled, "first off, I'm older than you by thousands of years, so respect your elders. Secondly, I was the one who built all three of the Sanctums on Earth, so it would explain how I was able to bring Betty and myself into the New York one. Thirdly, I am a cat right now of choice."
"What do you mean?" Strange asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I'm one of the Lords of Order, a member of the sacred triumvirate Vishanti," Agamotto informed in a rather proud voice, "and although I like to reside in my own special little dimension, which rocks by the way, I was requested by the other two members to intervene in certain matters of Earth. I, owing them a few favors, decided to help."
Strange folded his gloved hands. "And how are you going to help?" He asked.
"Why do you think I brought Betty here?" The cat snorted, scratching behind his ears, "my work is nearly finished now; all I need to do is to make sure Betty gets enough power to protect herself and I will be off on my merry way."
"But you still haven't explained why you are a cat..." Strange deadpanned.
The Egyptian Mau shrugged. "What can I say? I like cats. Plus, my true form is...what can I say? It's a lot more conspicuous than I would like. Transforming into a human is too boring...so I chose a cat."
"And you let her call you 'Mr. Whiskers?'" Strange asked in a bit of a revolted voice.
The cat frowned, "I like that name, for your information."
"As you say, Mr. Whiskers," Strange muttered under his breath.
"Hey, can it, junior!" Agamotto scowled, "only Betty gets to call me by that name. You aren't high enough on my list yet, so while I'm here, you will address me as Lord Agamotto, Father of the Mystic Arts, Charming Sorcerer, Benevolent Deity, or--"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Strange sighed, pinching his temple, "now, kindly explain what the girl...errr..Betty has to do with this."
Agamotto curled his tail around his legs, his green eyes glittering.
"Betty, sweetie, why don't you go with Wong? He can give you a tour of the Sanctum."
Betty opened her mouth to protest but upon one green, pointed look, she closed her mouth and nodded obediently. Wong also obeyed readily, leading the girl away from the sitting chamber.
