Henn had been napping, the same as she always did, she was edging up on the 'don't touch it, don't look at it' phase of her cycle, but for the moment touching was still well and good, though in the puzzling way of cats who arbitrarily decide when enough becomes too much.
They hadn't woken her up, though she might claim later that they had, she smiled crookedly at Cass' statement, having draped herself over the back of the couch, "Oh no, please go on, don't mind me."