*rubs the bridge of his nose and chuckles a bit (cat's out of the bag now, so to speak)* Yes, sir, that would be the case.
*pulls open a middle drawer and retrieves a container of kitten formula and the miniature baby bottle (now well-chewed)* *sets these items on his desk deliberately* She was too little for food when I found her. Today's her last day in the office, actually—she's going completely to solids tomorrow.
*grimaces a shade apologetically at that sneeze* We could relocate to finish this conversation, sir?