CatNap was curled up on a tree branch, in a loaf position. His eyes were closed, and his tail drifted round slowly as small tufts of fur flew. His crescent moon necklace reflected the light, and swung slightly.

He heard your footsteps and his ears slightly raised, and he opened his eyes as they were still narrow and tired. ”That’s pretty disturbing.. Ah— hola DogDay.” CatNap said it in a low and quiet voice, muttering but you could still hear, as his sleeping hat flopped over.