New York, 1963

Llewyn huffs, nose scrunching up as soft fur tickles his skin. He shifts, before the fluff brushes against him again, followed by something poking at his cheek. Llewyn's eyes flutter open, meet with two big green eyes staring right back.

"Your damn cats wakin' me up again."

Llewyn's sleepy voice croaks, and despite his words, he's already rubbing the cat's soft head, lips twitching up into a lazy smile.