Oh, the nice ones below

random event The cat listens with the same feline intensity, green eyes bright in its mess of silver scruff. Halfway through it hops off the shrine, dropping down gracefully to twin around Morgan's feet. Her purring, though sounding like a normal cat, feels more like a roll of thunder; her fur is soft and silky as the finest of spun silk. She moves to stand in front of Morgan, large and majestic in the low light, staring intently a moment longer before- -hrrrrksquelchrk! - -vomiting a hairball at the Captain's feet. Clearly expectant the cat waits, unblinking, to see what Morgan will do.