[Michael]

The cat gave a low and purring laugh, his voice bubbling about in his chest like an overfilled pot of water. "And this looks like such fun; off to town for a loaf of bread?" He slid down- hanging by knees until he was upside down himself; watching the band of misfits as though this were proper-side up. His volume grew- just to ensure they could hear each of his properly enunciated syllables and appreciate them to their fullest; or perhaps so they could all hear the insult in his voice.

"An overgrown kitten, a red specter, and a sea cucumber; now that's delicious randomality of the cosmically unlikely kind." Not only did it seem as though he simply loved the sound of his own voice- but it was as though he himself didn't think he was abnormal at all. Regardless as to whether or not the sky was all purples and cream in his world. He grinned again, teeth poking at his lips as they drew tight- arms crossing over his chest as he crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. (Did he simply forget the laws of gravity??) His voice grew in a slight mocking tone; an edge that said 'I'm doing this on purpose; you know.' in so obvious a fashion that no doubt no one would notice in the slightest.

"Now..which one of you niblets thought it would be wise to skulk about unattended...? Adults can be terribly unforgiving beasties..and nobody's ever quite friendly to bumbling strangers you know.." Yes..he certainly did seem to enjoy the sound of his own smoky voice.