"Grey had a cat," Rat explained, voice gruff as he pretended no affection for the one-eyed orphan. "And now the flea bag won't leave me alone."

Flea bag nothing. The cat on the other side of the door was healthy and well-groomed, despite his missing eye, and came right up to Marius and Rat, sniffing curiously.

"His name is Polyphemus."