Well, Konoe did know what his ancestors also called cats sort of looked like, but he wasn't really used to calling myself anything else. Ribika might have been a better term, but most of them just used cats in casual conversation.

Not that it really matters to Konoe right now. He sniffed, but made no more mention as to what the hell this guy was. "Some loud person came here and handed me this animal on a rope. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this."

It didn't help that the inan kept trying to play with his tail, which really hurt. "What do you even mean by a pet?"