Well into Cloudreach, Strand has had the room to himself; the cats ceded their territory some time ago, though there's been a periodic stench in the room from when one of them gets ideas.
None of them are present when their benefactor comes shambling in from the corridor, looking as wan and thin as is possible for someone the general size and shape of a bronto, and it actually takes Barrow until after he's sunk down on his bed to realize the room is already occupied.

"Oh," he greets, distantly.