"Rrrrp?" Shiro trills sleepily as he wakes, ear flicking. He rolls over and catches Felih's hand a moment before consciousness catches up with him and he lets go. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm streeeeeeetch... And a yawn big enough to press his ears back for a moment. He makes absolutely no move to get up.

"Mm, h'lo Felih," he smiles. "Lookin' for a sunspot? There's plenty of good grass." His tail tip curls up and relaxes, curls up and relaxes.