Spencer's cat -- which he was most definitely not naming, he wasn't, he wasn't, he wasn't, except for how she sort of looked like an Elizabeth, anyway -- clawed at his trousers and Spencer stooped to scoop her up in his arms, petting her head absently.
"How have they not all eaten each other yet?" Spencer asked, grinning.
He rolled his eyes at Brendon. "Only, y'know, a couple of hundred times. But tell me again, by all means."