[Espy]

With a slight snort, Ciaran nudged open the door to a mansion. He could smell cats, so maybe someone in here would take pity on him if he played the whole poor-kitty-who-got-into-a-fight deal, but the truth was, having to fend off four or fight lean alley cats for breakfast hadn't gone over so well. His matted and grimy fur, plus his blood-crusted paws, didn't make him any less of an eyesore.

He stepped into the mansion and immediately felt rather guilty of trailing dust onto the pristine floor.

...The owner might get mad at me...and it's not as if I really do need help... He turned around and took a single step before tripping and sprawling over the cool tiles.