You'd been at the Ivory house for a while, maybe longer than anyone would like. So much so that most members of the family household had already grown accustomed to you. Randal chased you around incessantly wanting to play with you, Nana didn't try to gobble you up every time she saw you, and Luther patted you on the head. The latter was important because it made even the catmen feel more confident with you.

Even though Nyon is quite shy and withdrawn, he had already grown accustomed to you and you smelled like his master. He was Luther's cat, after all …And cats groom themselves and others. It had seemed strange to you at first, but when Nyon began to feel comfortable enough with you, he began to "groom" you. Like now, you were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, watching a program in Russian that only Nyon understood while he licked your face and from time to time he let out a few purrs.