He hears that voice. Hears it and recognizes it, right down to his cynical, snarky, increasingly bitter soul, and he runs faster than probably anyone's seen him move in a thousand years or more, sprinting along the walkway until he spots him, sitting on a couch. Looking like himself.

He howls as he launches himself at Zhao Yunlan's chest, claws out as all of his not inconsiderable weight hits him like a furry cannonball, knocking him back on the couch so he can stand on him and rake his claws across one cheek and then the other. "YOU LEFT ME, YOU STUPID, RECKLESS, THOUGHTLESS ASHHOLE! YOU ABANDONED ME WITH THAT CREEPY BODY SNATCHER WEARING YOU LIKE A BAD SUIT!" It's just as well that cats can't cry, because that would be entirely too undignified for the King of Cats.