Sawtooth Spire And if I diagnosed the pain in my life

He stood motionless for a few moments.
Assessing. Deliberating.
Slowly, he lifted his head to take in the cat.
A shimmer of lightly dappled silver, tail flicking and curling around.
His hackles softened, Derg licked his lips, but still didn't move his feet.

Derg didn't know much about cats. What follows is a list of what he does know:
They have claws, they have teeth, they don't like eachother, they don't like dogs, and they can climb trees.
However, this one was different in one respect, where he didn't seem to care much for dogs.
He hummed softly, thinking he must be stupid or something as he too took a sitting position.

"You're a strange cat," he replied. Still dumbfounded by what he was doing. Sitting down for a little chat with a cat? Yeah fucking right.