The enormous, long-furred cat that has just materialized atop the counter pays little heed to the dog, and less to the two corporeal humans in the room. It's not here for them, after all. They're precisely where they need to be. It's the other one who has gone astray.

After giving the dog a brief, assessing look - it poses no true threat, but it's such a bother being lunged at, and the cat would rather avoid it - it turns its milky gaze toward the anomaly that has everyone so distracted.

Now, now, it scolds him, and only him, its tone passing for gentle with a good deal of success. The thin wraith attempting to pass for Jay might learn a thing or two. It's impolite to spy.