The cat just blinked back at Zack with large yellow eyes, not the least bit bothered by how startled the man was.

"Aowm," it insisted when the florist crouched down to say hello. The cat drew its head back and let off a series of little snorts as it went through the motions of apparently getting his scent.

Roman found it much easier to pretend to be a cat than a dog. Cats were fucking aliens. Aloof, unpredictable. It was far easier to notice something being Wrong with a dog.

He dipped his head and wiped the entire side of his face down one side of Zack's hand.

I'm starving, you gargantuan porcupine!

Look how cute he was! Certainly worthy of another sandwich!