[Espy]

With a groggy yet annoyed hiss, a lithe fox-colored abyssinian clambered halfway out of his pile of rags, tripped over a ribbon, and executed a neat but unseemly roll onto yet another albeit flatter pile of scrap cloth. The already-pissed Ciaran, not a morning type, scrambled back to his feet and shook the dust off his head. Stretching, he flicked his ears to rid them of some bits of lint, and without warning sprang onto the table to get an early start on the very stale crackers.