That made Nick laugh outright and he shrugged, spreading his palms in a hopeless gesture. "Cats are assholes, they're solitary and you can't tell them what to do. They do whatever the fuck they want." He paused and added, wryly, "You should get one. You'd get along great."
Indeed, Bart decided to take his new found relationship with this not-cat to the next level. By ignoring the trap of his tummy, she'd passed the test and deserved a reward. Once he'd marked her with his tail (she already smelled strange and interesting, he was happy to add his scent to the mix), Bart leapt down to balance in her lap. Maybe he was taking things too quickly, but it was prudent to make allies with anyone that understood him. There were simply too many of the fur-less-upright-things that were just plain rude. Rumbling like a motorboat, Bart repeatedly lifted each of his front paws in succession, happily kneading her leg with his claws.