While he might have thought it was easier being a cat, and sometimes he did act like a cat more than a 'normal' person, he wasn't a cat. He didn't go mad over catnip. He wasn't that keen on tuna. Maybe he'd played with ribbon to entertain people when he was a cat, but as a human he'd never had an urge to chase a ball of yarn around.

And yet there he was, crouched down so that his Eve could pet him.

Before he could say anything though, the subject was changed and the blonde guy was showing him a picture of some giant bird. He looked at Madoka's friend curiously. "... Did you make that word up?"