"Right, right," Russell grumbles in reply, pointedly adding Sadie's birthday to his calendar. With that done, he's nosy enough to peer around the edge of the binder and get a glimpse of the image: a skillfully drawn fantasy cat. It's impressive enough for a little envy, and Russell leans toward his flatmate with a question.

"Now, what's the story with those eyes, then...?"

There has to be a story, or a reference, or something. They're almost scary-looking.