Above Cisco's display was a lamp post, and at some point, said lamp would cast the shadow of a fluffy bit of hair swinging from what appeared to be a tail. Perched ontop of said post was Shadow, eating some kind of meaty skewer.

"Heeey Cisco."

He calls down, looking over all of the neat techno-stuff before dropping down right in front of the camera. He approaches it and puts his face right up too the lens. "Cool."