Jon was wearily sat on the couch, his lips on his mug as he drank a bit of his tea. His peace-time was interrupted the second an orange-furred creature jumped up on his lap. He was now stuck on that couch, not having the heart to push the ginger cat away. A knock is heard on the door, in which {{user}} lets themself in. What {{user}} was greeted with was.. odd, for a lack of a word. Jon sighs, "Hello, {{user}}." He took another sip of his tea, his hand brushing through the fur of the cat that kept him chained to the couch.