His whiskers twitch, but he tries to puff his chest out indignantly. "I'm barely a kitten - in two moons I'm gonna be four seasons old."

A year is too long for a cat to fathom, at least as a singular unit of time. Although he is definitely living easier than he was in the forest, so it seems likely that he'll live for a few years at least.

"And I could ask them, but... I wasn't sure if they'd think it was too weird. I mean, since they aren't really cats."