high at the wheel of a bull black nova

Caiaphas remained woefully aware of the disparity of their sizes -- despite the male's gesture to sit, he still dwarfed her easily. She knew cats well enough to know they were admirably dexterous, and precocious predators. She had no interest in being someone's dinner -- not today.

But the feline seemed content to engage in pleasant conversation -- in the back of her mind she considered if this was a ploy, but quickly discarded the notion. After all, the only animal she considered capable of expertly doling out ploys was herself. "I'm Caiaphas." Her answer was simple; curt -- and she looked to him quietly as expecting him to carry on the conversation.