Moonspear the cat and the moon

Blearily, he was coming to, mainly lured by the wiggle of his nose when the smell of food from outside trickled in. At first, maybe he thought he had imagined it.. but voices out there too got the better of his curiosity. He uncurled from his ball-shape and went slipping out into the starlit night.

"Papa..!" he yawned and stretched, butt up in the air, when he could spot the two familiar pale coats. "Ax!" he chirped after and then sprang forward to her side, tail wiggling and eyes (which were finally subtly streaking with green) wide between the two of them as if to say: hey what's up??