Noah Czerny

It's a slow day at Un Chat Gris. School's started back up and it's overcast, it's been raining on and off all afternoon. Noah's supposed to be studying, but he's restless and he can't seem to concentrate, reading the same paragraphs over and over. Since he's the only one here at the moment and there's nothing left to do for the cafe, he's taken it upon himself to comb all the long hair cats and decorate their ruffs with little ribbons. George Pernard Shaw wanted nothing to do with his adorable purple ribbons, but Abraham Slinkin is all about the attention, lounging on his back and purring while Noah clips in the bows.

The bell over the door rings while Noah is combing out a particularly nasty snarl, so he doesn't look up, but says in a welcoming voice, "Hi, welcome to Un Chat Gris!"