Teekl, like most cats, enjoyed climbing.
One of her favourite challenges was climbing people, and her favourite target was her master's robes. Over the years, she'd perfected the art of sneaking up his back, or dropping unexpectedly around his neck, without a single dig into his skin. Yes, Teekl know this perch better than any other. Unfortunately, as the weather warmed, her habit of sitting on his shoulders had left a fine trail of orange hair up and down the dark fabric. An extremely visible and unthreatening looking trail.
Teekl meowed apologetically as a grumbling Witch-Boy attacked his suit yet again with a lint-roller.