"He'd eat me?" Danny asked, surprise painted across his features. He looked back at the cat he'd been lavishing attention on. Cat, horror from the Dark Dimension, perhaps the two weren't so different. Perhaps they were intertwined intimately in Carol's reality. He stopped trying to explain it.
"The one with the good Harry Potter movies?" Danny offered. It seemed as good an distinguisher as any. "The - one where coffee is terrible but everyone pretends to like it? That one."