"Yes," Vepar answered, oozing with sarcasm as he turned his full attention once more to his stranger who seemed to be fairly annoyed. How lovely. Peter blinked slowly, fairly cat like himself, undeniably flirtatious. "But how else could I have started a conversation with you without throwing myself at you?"
That part may or may not have been sarcasm.
Only now he was probably on his own, so he made a mental list: toys, food, litter. Oh, how disgusting that he was even considering a box for which the creature to have his shits in. Worse, he was considering cleaning the blasted thing. For now, he placed his new cat tree in the large compartment of his waiting buggy.