Tony blinked hard. In one moment, the kitten was there, and the next he wasn't.

"Aaaaaaaaah." His head followed the small black bullet as it made a beeline for the one spot he didn't feel like having it. No, they were not doing this right now.

"Hey, Caca, off the couch. It's, like, the one thing I almost can pretend I like about this place." He spoke to the animal like it was a perfectly reasonable human being he was able to negotiate with. He plucked the feline up by the scruff once again, walking him right back to his designated 'bed.'