"It was green. And nice to me. I liked that cat. I'm not sure about other cats. The temple used to have kittens, with white eyes. They chased the butterflies and ate all the cream off the goat milk if you let them, and," he rambled, a few minutes talking about the temple cats.
They'd chased his tail, been minor annoyances.
"Duo'd had a very bad day. When I met him. I think he wanted to shoot me. At first. But the cat mewed at him. Are you really his friend?"