Piccolo chuckled softly before he caught himself. Even the green man knew how much cats liked a good box to sit in. He wouldn't admit why he knew that though. He certainly didn't have a soft spot for kittens or anything, nope, not telling.

He waggled a finger at Amira before she spotted his antennae while his turban was off for the evening. Better for her to play with his finger than his sensitive headgear.

"Good afternoon, Trowa," he said as he looked up at the youth. "Better a happy feline than an unhappy one."