"Well, it's one that fits. He certainly can be, if given the opportunity." Meanwhile, Chaos is doing the very feline thing of pretending he's too dignified for all of this, and has seated himself to bathe a paw and then wash his face.

"He's the first cat I've known to decide I'm his person, though. I try to respect him as much as I can, but sometimes I just have to tug his tail. Figuratively, not literally. I've been taught that's not a thing you do to cats." More by a cat in her youth, too. Her grandfather was very fond of cats and had a whole herd of them in his lab.

"Your familiar is very handsome, though. Handsome? Is he a he?" Silverfrost was about on Chaos' scale, considering they were both clearly Maine Coons, but even the ladies could grow up to be large and in charge, and Isabel didn't want to offend.