At the thought that Jim was perhaps a little bit his, Andrew smiled. "Well, that makes sense," he said. "If you like me enough to keep seeing me, I suppose I must be Evan enough to adopt Jim a little bit." It was a nice thought. Andrew had taken time to get used to Jim, but now that he had, he didn't at all mind being considered partially responsible for him. "Does this make me a cat person rather than a dog person?" He'd never really had a preference before, but now if forced to make a choice he supposed he would be more likely to pick cat.
"That's the idea," he agreed, because a big ladybug had been exactly what he was picturing. He did chuckle, because he couldn't really imagine Evan being attacked by a bird. Maybe something larger like a hippogriff, but he wasn't sure those would be put off by ladybug spots. "Oh, no," he said, "not if it's while we're away." Andrew was planning to come back to wish Aisling a happy birthday, and maybe for a New Year party, but there was little else he'd consider returning for. "But I think Ginny's planning more than one game. They probably won't all be while we're away." And if they were, well, there would be other quidditch matches.
Andrew watched as Jim weaved between their legs. "I think Jim's too smart for that," he said comfortingly. "A cat that can fetch me from the other end of the country would know not to hitch a ride on a giant ladybug. Or he'd make it go where he wanted." That, perhaps, seemed more likely.