Sammy turned to Kyo and said, in a happy tone, "Nice to be formerly introduced, Kyo. I'm going to go find Mike, he seems like he needs the help." He said that last part with a serious tone, and then leaped down from the table and started following the scent trail of Mike. It wasn't the slightest challenge for him, it wouldn't be for a cat that had one nostril. It smelled like fear, and a lot of it. It was an easy scent to track, fear, because it is easy to pick up and hard to confuse with others. He padded down the hall and into the kitchen. He stared at Mike, hiding under a table. "Come out, Mike. He isn't a zombie. He isn't going to eat your brains, and I'm not going to eat you." He had put on an expression that made it hard to be scared from, he looked just like a normal cat, but larger. And after all, who doesn't like cats?