That was an excellent description of Ash, who generally tended to take more after the "tear around the house at all hours of the night" half of feline activity, rather than the "lie around and do nothing ever" part.

She waved a hand to dismiss the compliment. "It can't not be nice, that's no big." Which wasn't modesty, but simple fact. Nothing she'd done took practice or even effort, so compliments to it were about as pointless as compliments to her height. "Now your balance, that's what's amazing."