The sun didn't bother Izzy. He could sleep all day if given the chance. However, the sudden empty, cold spot next to him was what woke him. He cracked his eyes open hesitantly and pondered on turning over and going back to sleep. Who ever heard of getting up before noon? However, he managed to fight the urge as he watched Cat cross the room and dig out some food.

He smiled as she brought some over to him and dropped it down, looking at him expectantly. "Hey Kitty Cat," He said, his voice groggy. He reached an arm out to pet her head. Slowly, Izzy sat up. He picked up the box of -what were these? Cheez-Its?- and began to munch. They were most definitely stale. They'd have to go grocery shopping soon. And by shopping, he meant stealing. These days, you did what you had to do. 

Izzy mindlessly crunched on the old cheese crackers until he reached in and found none left. He looked down in the box, then tilted it back to scarf up the crumbs. "Breakfast of the champions, huh, sis?" He said as he looked down at her, cheese crumbs all over his face. How does a person get crumbs on their forehead? 

Izzy stood up and stretched towards the ceiling. He was tall enough that his fingers almost scraped it. He then relaxed, rearranged himself, and went looked for a shirt to put on.