"I don't think my cats would care. Or they'd just lick me a bunch to reclaim - she would anyway," he eyed the tortoishell who was now asleep on the arm of the couch with her forelegs hanging down on either side. She was a flat cat. But as if on cue, there was the teeniest, tiniest meow to ever come out of a grown cat as a black and white cat appeared, pushing his head under Jamie's arm. Jamie started rubbing his head without even looking. "The rest of the food is cold now. You've been such a distraction."