These are not quite the kind of cats he expected, and for a moment his eyes widen. He goes from startled to charmed real quick, though, and levers himself down to sit on the ground on one hip, legs out to the side. "Holy shit...when these cats make biscuits I reckon they mean business."

He loves them.

The white one is looking at him, and so he looks back, makes a soft chirp noise, and slow-blinks at them. "Mornin', angel. How d'you feel about chickens?"