"I'm not feeling the creaking of old age in my joints just yet, Anders," Nathaniel says wryly, watching the cat's attention shift to the scuffed boot. It waddles over on those oddly short legs and bats one small paw at the toe of Ander's boot. What a ridiculous little creature.

"I'll think of something better, but he answers well enough to 'Cat' for now."

Cats being as fickle as they are, this one probably has a name in mind for itself already and won't answer to anything else. "Do all mages have a fondness for cats, or is it just you?" Curious minds need to know.