Curled comfortably on the throe-rug before the fire place, black nose twitching under a tail of long wisping fur, ears slightly twitching in the emanating heat, Kam slept. The thick white strip of fur running from his nose up to stop between his long lashed eyes. The black fur on the ridge of his back bristled as he snarled in his sleep.
A rocking chair creaked as a large, finely built man shifted. The newspaper sheets in his hands rustled, causing another growl to rumble in Kam's chest.
"Heh! Think 'e chasin' t'croaws oot o' t'corn pautch. Heheheh." the man chuckled, shacking his head before turning his attention back to his paper.