"That's just Butternut," says Tim. At their name, the cat lifts their head with a soft rumble, halfway between a growl and a purr. Tim scratches them idly behind the ears as they get up, stretch, rub up against his leg. "They're not mine."

Butternut fixes Jay with a curious look. They're a very affectionate kitty, but for someone who's never seen a tigerlily before, it can be a little disconcerting.