L stared. "Strange? I would call that fastidious," he argued. He thought about the significance of Light's kittens, and of his own wayward, renegade creature that was no doubt back in his room bothering Frank or gnawing on his journal.
He was beginning to realize that the animals were like... representations of their owners' souls, in many ways. Things that the caretakers valued or admired found manifestations in their wild forms. "Do you love your kittens, Light?" he asked after a moment, thinking of his past indifference and exasperation with Fox and his recent need to look after him.