The kitten kneads his back, almost gently at first before it starts to let its claws slip out to snag on his (metaphysical, imaginary) shirt, the sharp points pricking through the concept of his clothing to jab into the idea of his flesh. Of course it won't be, it purrs, pressing down harder, sinking its claws further in --

A sense of openness floods in as the walls of the box fall away and something larger quite suddenly takes shape behind the kitten. There you are! snaps a non-voice behind the kitten, which goes leaping off of Jay a moment too late to avoid a hearty swat to its rear. Do not dare create another mess! Do not dare!