"Have you never had a cat?" This could be a mistake, but he let his curiosity stay invested. He'd been stuck with the calico at his side for years now. The damned thing was probably going to live until she was eighty. If cats even lived that long.
Deep breath. Maybe the conversation could push the guy out of the way faster. He still had no clue who or what he was, but he felt it was something suspicious.
"They like things to bat around." He pointed at one of the cat toys on a stick, hanging off the end of the aisle, tucking the cat bed under his arm. This was not the kind of outing he intended. The whole point was to go in, get out and leave before much of anything could happen.