His brows rose and he was deliberately sniffed. Hi, hello, Asha. The jaguar flared his nostrils back, whiffing big. Hi, hello, Meowsha.
And then came her compliment and Abraham huffed a smile. It was good to see her a simple kind of happy. He'd been a little afraid telling her about the cat, fearful of jealousy or bad feels. But for whatever he'd sensed, she'd moved by them.
Just felt nice.
He had some words but he was getting smooched, so he hummed a little, kissed back as one hand reached for his seatbelt.
"My cat son?!" he asked as they stepped from the car. Excuse me. That was his cat doppelganger if anything, though the jaguar insisted he was much, much handsomer and also powerfuler.