Now that's a sound that Jim has come to know well, and he glances down at the orange cat rubbing up against his ankles. Okay, even he will admit that the little red suit is kinda cute.

"Hey, Crookshanks. How've you been doing?"

He uses his toes to hook another chair and drag it a little closer, giving the kneazle a spot to jump up onto his level. Or onto the table, because really, what cat doesn't want to be up where the more interesting stuff is?