Cats just appeared in this place. That was good to know. Clint had a feeling if he kept showing up, he should start being more careful about where he decided to flop down and forget he had a spine. It really, really wouldn't do to flatten a cat who was just minding their own business. He'd feel pretty shitty about something like that.
"The thing about take out tacos," Clint said, stretching somewhat to try and pet the black and white kitty, (because even if he didn't like them as well, Clint never said no to petting an animal), "Is that they're about the same in quality hot or cold. You can just stick 'em in the fridge and eat them for breakfast. You're welcome."