There is a wire dangly thing for cats, and a ball that BOUNCES.

It pokes at the things and finds the ball bounces around inside the box. This seems only mildly interesting.

It climbs down to hang off the side of the cage and settle down again, eyes looking around the room. (Sigh-tweet. Is that contentment? Mild unhappiness? Who knows.)

Pavo takes another picture of it. Then turns the phone around so it can see. "That's you!"

Mild surprise(?). Several tentacles' eyes move to look at the phone from several angles. Gentle clawpoke the picture? How does it feel?

It feels like smooth glass.

It stretches forward to wrap a gripping tentacle around the phone.

"I wasn't really offering to give you the entire phone," complains Pavo, but he loses his grip and the shoo has the phone.

It pokes at the screen some more with another claw tip, and then tries flesh contact instead, softly hooting in surprise when it accidentally swipes to the previous photo.

The previous photo is of Pavo's lunch (an omelette).

That's less interesting but still interesting. Swipe swipe poke grip oops the screen is off. Poke? Nudge?

"Give that back, please," says Pavo firmly, holding out his hand.

It loosens its grip on the phone and attempts the dog definition of “shake hands” with a different tentacle.

Pavo dodges the shake and takes the phone.

The door opens and in comes another human.

"What the fuck is that?"

"I was hoping you'd know! Picked it up in an alley."

The phone is very slightly beslimed where it was handled.

The what-the-fuck-is-that looks at the other human with several eyes. Whistle?

"- how many eyes does that thing have? Did you give it your phone?"

"I don't have a full eye count," says Pavo dryly. "It took my phone. I admit I didn't resist very hard, it seems weirdly smart off and on so I was sort of curious what it'd do..." He pulls a tissue out of the wall dispenser and wipes off the slime.

The slime is quite thin and readily wiped off.

“It too!" it toots.

"Huh, does it parrot?"

"Sometimes. I'm not sure how it picks what to say. So you don't know what it is either?"

"Not the foggiest. It doesn't seem very afraid of humans, does it, so my guess would be it's from some unexplored island or cave and more related to octopuses than cats despite the fur? But I don't even know if that's plausible."

It climbs back on top of its cage and watches the new human and the old human.

"That's the cage you gave it?"

"Yeah. It seems - gentle enough, and nobody seems to have gotten poisoned or anything so far. I guess there could be zoonotics."

"Eh, that's true of every feral cat."

"It sings."

"That is not true of feral cats."

Pavo plays the recording he made.

It sings along with the recording for a moment but then stops, quicker than last time.

"I'll sing with me but not with the video."

"Huh. Show me?"

Pavo starts oo-ing.

Shoo me oo me ooo! It likes that much better.

If Jaha starts swaying to the rhythm of their improvisation will it dance too?

Not especially, other than some minor body movement incidental to following them with its eyes.

Huh. Does it react if she starts clapping along?