Tiger would have been willing to play with the big-eared familiar if only because he was more used to having a tiny pug familiar around. Something more his size could be very temporarily amusing. Except for he was now being called squishy and he was not at all sure that he appreciated that. 'I'm not squishy but I'm big enough to crush you.' Reggie gave Tiger a Look that the cat ignored with all the skill of someone who had spent years seeing Sarah and Bess do the same thing. Sometimes Reggie wondered if there was anyone who spent any amount of time around his daughters who could not master the ability to ignore his looks when they wanted just like they did.
"Totally not." He did grin when he heard she had been calling people, though, it made him feel less like an idiot for doing the same thing. "Sorry... sort of an independent business so I'm a little harder to find. I, uh... called every strip club in the Ann Arbor area trying to find you. My daughter wrote them down before she left for school." Yes, he had just admitted that and it sounded as bad now as it had in his head. "That's Tiger, by the way. Oh, come on, you can sit down. Anything to drink?" Reggie was not thirsty. He just wanted this to be over, but for that to happen he had to know what to do. "Any bright ideas, Tiger?"