Gilbert was just coming back from the shops with his arms full of shopping bags when he was suddenly attacked by a cat - well, perhaps 'attacked' is too harsh. More like he had a very scared kitty latching itself onto his leg and refusing to let go.

Biting his tongue to stem the slew of curses dying to pass his lips, Gilbert grimaced and slowly lifted his leg to see the hissing, yowling cat. Dripping wet...just recently arrived at Vatheon? Was it one of those sentient animals? Or- shouts drew his attention, and he looked up to see an equally wet man running towards him with a distressed expression.

"Hey," yeah, Gilbert could be totally cool even with a cat currently clawing his shin to hell, "so is this your cat?"