"We are an unimagined of delight," says the nekomata, now relaxed and circling thoughtfully around Piccolo's legs. Don't mind this totally inconspicuous cat that's definitely not up to anything...

Chikusa doesn't really care what it wants to do, however. All he does is shrug in response to the conversation. "Most of them go away during the day... They just stay during the night when it's too cold..." Of course, when it goes back around to summer, it'll probably change, assuming they stay that long. "And they hunt their own food."