"Mikemike?" Mike smirked slightly. "Guess we have something in common, th--... ow."

He glanced down slowly at the cat that had rolled onto its back to play as it had grown slightly irritated with just the petting. It was trying to chew on his finger, and had bitten a little bit too hard for play. She was a young cat, so she was still learning.

Mike didn't fault her for it, and slowly tried to draw his hand away. Predictably, she grabbed it with her paws and attempted to chew his knuckles, which started a game of "keep the knuckles away from the cat's little fangs".