Jag got his fur all situated, using some of the water coming from the faucet to wash his face quickly and make sure he at least looked a bit better then having that ‘just woke up’ look to him. Itching his ear he skittered out of the bathroom and soon let his nose lead him to the kitchen, where he climbed up into his seat, reaching for his plate which had been set aside and out of Max’s reach. He then began to happily munch on the bacon that had been given to him, purring gently at the great taste before munching on one of the pancakes on his plate, not bothering to use silverware. Basically his eating it consisted of him breaking it in two, swallowing the first half and then savoring the second half. Every so often he’d get up for a good breakfast, but when he did he ate a bit messily and without any type of silverware when he could get away with it.