Calvin snapped his fingers in mock disappointment. "No talking ducks? Guess I'll just have to settle for regular, non-talking kittens then." Following her into the kitten room, Calvin smiled when Casey began to talk to the little fluffballs in the crate she opened, particularly when she told them he was "cool." Only Casey would say that. Well... Jac might, but she'd never tell that she'd tell kittens that And he was pretty sure that if animals could understand people, those little kittens would believe Casey. "Hi little..." Calvin cooed softly, selecting an alert-looking grey one and cradling it gently in his arms. Its velcro-like claws stuck to his shirt as the little animal sniffed him and mewed softly, blinking its big eyes. A few gentle strokes from Calvin were enough to get the kitten purring, and it settled contentedly against Calvin's chest while Calvin watched it, smiling. "They're just so sweet," he said softly, his voice low and gentle.