Mr. Whiskers gave an impatient twitch of his tail. He had completed his mandatory eight hour afternoon nap, and now it was time for his meal. Unfortunately, his human was late, and Mr. Whiskers didn't tolerate lateness. Resting his noble chin atop his paws, his golden eyes glowered in silence at the door, forcefully willing his human to come. Did she not appreciate him letting her live in the same apartment as he? As punishment, he decided, he would not sleep in the crook of her arm tonight.

Sharp ears twitched as the sound of metal clicking on metal could be heard just outside the door. One click, two.. three? Mr. Whiskers frowned. His human didn't carry that many keys. Who was this intruder? The door creaked open, a man in what looked like a giant blue scratching post stepped in. Mr. Whiskers sniffed daintily at the air, holding an instinctive dislike for this intruder. He didn't quite feel like going to deal with the human just yet, as the sun was still warming his own golden fur. The human's fur was a darker color, not uncommon, however it was unnaturally shiny, as if he didn't go through the ritual of standing under mechanized rain like his own guardian did daily. Mr. Whiskers wasn't against shiny, of course, but humans with shiny hair like that generally had a unique stench about them that was almost pleasant to investigate. Almost.