Don't look at me!
These are my demon-ears. My humans say I pull these out when I'm plotting some eeeevil.
I am the master of these couches. If you get near me I'll drape my gangly paws over your neck and casually jab you when I want to shift. It's all about my level of comfort, you know.
Whiskers give my character.
Did I hear the crinkle of a wrapper? Did someone open the fridge door? I know I hear food!
Until you decide to give me my Greenie I'll be sitting here, watching to see if you drop anything on the floor for me to snatch. Always vigilant.