Once the two have had a chance to have a good look, Merlin withdraws his hands and loosens his grip on the critter, which promptly takes the opportunity to scramble up his arm and into the hood of his robe before setting about straightening any fur or feathers the mage had so rudely disturbed. Hmph! Yep, definitely part cat. Merlin pays it no mind.

"No, there isn't, though it's quite possible that may change at some point." Which would be an improvement, in Merlin's opinion. "For example, sleep only recently came to exist here."