One moment Anakin was laughing along with his wife, enjoying this small pleasure they'd been able to find on this day when happiness was fleeting, and the next his thoughts were no more but a solid need of one thing - cover.
He was a cat, a cat in a strange room with a strange person now sitting in a chair. His froze. His eyes dilated, his ears flattened and the fur along his back rose in a ridged dorsal fin. And the fur on his tail, which he and his wife were speculating on just moments before, was as puffed out as possible. He was one scared kitty.