"Well, I'm sorry. But you can't keep all the kitties you and Jack found-" The door opened and the muffled voice from outside balanced the door on one hip, and his daughter on the other. "One or two, maybe, but we need to find homes for- the rest."
He came to a halt when he saw he had company, brow raised in surprise and lips parted uncertainly.
"...Hey...You're alive," he welcomed with a nervous trill, "And in my house."