Okay, well, there definitely hadn't been a lump on the bed when Zephyr left that morning.

He wasn't completely surprised -- he hadn't expected to be left without a roommate for very long, since free space had to be at a premium -- but the lump was not what he'd expected.

And was that a tail? Had someone been, left their pet here, and gone again? Hunh.

Zephyr edged a little closer, leaned over -- at an angle to allow to lunge back if he needed, because he was not completely stupid -- and nudged the lump.