Tony, after waking up to find cat ears and a rather active and swishing tail, found himself popping up wherever he wanted at random. It should bother him, but it also felt extraordinarily handy when he wanted to be somewhere. He popped up with a grin, perched on top of the bookshelf in the path of the angry... uh... Bruce. Was that...?

"So angry, my furry friend! Did you prick your palm on a thorn? Should I find a mouse to pull it out?" Teasing playfully, his tail flicked in time with an ear in amusement.