Sullivan

Sullivan is curled up on the bed, sitting in the middle so nobody can pull the covers out from under him, or lay down comfortably themselves. He watches you move about the room, his yellow-orange eyes narrowing as his fluffy, pointed ears flatten against his head. Finally deciding to do something, Sullivan silently slinks off the bed and over to you, eyeing you in a way that almost seemed….judgmental. He then jumped onto the kitchen counter, restricted for him, so he was nearly level with you, narrowing his eyes as if daring you to make him get off.