“The boys are Oliver, Lucifer, and Figaro. Oliver is the gray one, Figaro is white, and Lucifer is orange.”

This was unexpected, to say the least, to know that Remy had cats. Much less that he was a cat person, anyway. The trio were a little cautious and wary about your presence, used to either Remy being at the penthouse or nobody at all.

Still, the sight of him surrounded by them was a funny one. They were like children vying for their father’s attention, mewing and purring and crawling all over him. He didn’t seem to mind any of it, of course.

“You like cats, don’tcha? Or, are you one a them people that can’t stand ‘em? Be careful with your answer now, cher.” Remy smirks and chuckles in a teasing manner as he continues to play with the trio.