He had honestly and thouroghly enjoyed the goopy food. It was amazing. Not as bad as he figured. He purred at her but sneezed as she touched his nose, making his fur fluff up. Though having her describe it was basically a bucket for cats he shrugged. Still, this "litter box" concept was strange. He was a shifter, not a house pet. He watched through his half lidded eyes and soon was placed down. Each sensation he had... Made his paws kinda tingle.<br/><br/>In a way the feeling was like stepping on wadded up dried socks that kinda rubbed your feet a bit raw. It didn't bother him as it should have but he pat the stones and climbed into the dome. The Sandy texture was kinda nice. Reminded him of the beach front he had been to as a child. Sniffing the place he walked around before a kitty shrug happened.<br/><br/>Outside you could hear his shuffling paws, echoed sniffles, and a sneeze before silence. The silence was followed by some scratches as well as a sneeze. Once done he jumped out and kicked his paws in the hole. Why wouldn't this stuff leave his paws?! How dare this stuff stick!! The male shifter flicked and flailed each paw with vigor. He got most out of his fur, but he still felt no triumph.<br/><br/>Once done he parraded himself to the scratching post. He looked to his paws darn them to the mice! Lifting his paw, he wiggled the fuzzy digits and watched each little sharp nail poke out from his faded fur. Tentatively he touched the post. Hi nails dug into the rope. His eyes went wide as he heard a satisfactory sound as he pulled his claw away. The male touched it again. Same noise. EXCITEMENT!!! He then clawed and kneaded the posts more with a little wiggle. This was fun! Wait... He was a grown man! Why was this... Oh... He was a cat. He forgot. Back to scratching!<br/><br/>The noice his claws made, was like music to him. Goofy but fun. Scritch, scritch scratch. Over and over till he was done. He looked to Kate and let off a mew.