There's a reaching out of a paw to bat the Cat now... carefully. He does smell strange after all.

Meanwhile Trever sighs at the smudge and starts to correct it. "We've got all sorts of fey in my world. But magic isn't non-fiction for us - obviously." Tapping the circle he continues, "It's a mouse trap sort of circle. Put something they'd want in the middle of it and have them fly in. But they won't be able to get out - one way until I change it."

He then gives a short bark of a laugh. "Like one of my little cousins then. We try to keep Ceilidh away from candy, but she somehow manages to find it."