Sneak wakes up, with a cookie still half-chewed in his mouth. "Buh? Guh? Whuh? Oh. I've gotsh cookiesh in my moufs." Sneak chews, swallows, and then looks around. He addresses Saphire. "Oh. Erm. The kitty must have run away. I think he's a stray that lives somewhere around here. I've seen it before." Sneak shrugs, walks into the main room, conjures up a comfy recliner chair, and, well, reclines in it. "So..."