A first meeting

She opened the carrier. He edged out. His fur was no longer smooth. His eyes were bright blue shards. She learned later that that is common in Siamese, and called "iris atrophy". He explored slowly, keeping himself against the wall, moving one foot at a time. Now left, that's a hallway. Door. A room. Another room. Back he came moving surprisingly quickly. A box? Good. A couch. Soft. More walls. She sat on the couch. He jumped up to it. Aiming for her lap? Maybe. No, What then? The couch arm, the cabinet. The lamp! Seated himself. Ah. That's warm.