"Your company is more invigorating than it is restful, Big Guy." Tony huffs, tipping his cheek against Bull's shoulder for a moment, blinking lazily at Dorian, much like the kitten curled on his head. Slow, as close to contentment as he's felt in...awhile.

He may end up keeping one of these cats. Just- for the anti-anxiety affect if nothing else. "I didn't think it was that secret. Anyone that owns a cat has been well trained by their pet. I've seen it. Furry little tyrants is what they are."