Cats were really goddamned weird. But Clint didn't pay them much mind -- not nearly as much as Lucky seemed to be paying them from where he was sitting in the doorway, anyway. Not in a gonna chase and attack sort of way, just in a 'well, that's moving, and so I've probably just made a new best friend' sort of way. Really, Lucky was absolutely the best dog.
"Yay potions," Clint said, moving in a bit closer to lean over and eye up the witchy pot with some amount of interest and concern all in one. "Keep you awake so you can finish the thing and then go to sleep. Check. Want some coffee? I got it at the gas station?" Why was that even a question? Either way, he vaguely offered Jamie the styrofoam cup.
"And this, yes! This is Lucky. Lucky, come say hi, you know you wanna." Needing no further permission, Lucky crowded into the room and got his nose all up in Jamie's general vicinity.