Aloysius, at the rear of the party, waited impatiently while these peasan...companions...stopped to fix a trap.
"Ah...chaps. Chapesses. Let's just wait a second while my cat has a look ahead. He's too light to trigger most traps and I can - well, if I stay still I can look through his eyes and hear with his ears. He can't get too far from me but it might be worth a check? I mean, dying is seriously not to be recommended if you can help it. Believe me."
Once they were done and they set off again, he stroked Zeke and mentally commanded him to scout ahead.