Strange. Mello dismissed it though, too fascinated by the soft fur. He scooted further into the middle of the bed so he could lay down, curled up around the cat and still petting him dutifully, murmuring pointless things about how he reminded Mello of his kitty back home. He wondered where Sephiroth had gotten to but found he didn't care. Good riddance. This was more interesting then fighting endlessly with no result, and he felt suddenly relaxed.

It wasn't long before he actually fell asleep with the cat in his arms, tired from the strain of figuring this whole mind-world thing out.