Peter gave a half hearted shrug, but he didn't reach for one of the beds. That seemed excessive. He didn't need the animal to start thinking that he actually enjoyed its company or anything. No. Perish the thought, or so thought the demon who was lifting the expensive cat tree from its spot on the shelf.
Now who was the sucker?
He flashed a perfectly not-so-trustworthy grin at the man in the aisle. "What else do they need?" he asked. Food, he imagined, but the furball ate Peter's fish leavings.