The ancient Mooncat looked back, stumpy ears perked from where he was catloafed on a table. When he was sure that she was looking at him the thirty pound fluffball turned his white face toward the window and pretended that he'd never been looking, though the twitching of his still fine and floofy tail told otherwise.

Logan snerked softly as she continued to scratch Pika's ear. "He's an old guy, looks like 'e useta be solid orange."