It was a pity and a shame. Lou hated the ongoing preoccupation with 'image,' even if she had the same fault in spades in her own way. After all, trying to earn a bad reputation was still an obsession with a reputation. One way or another, it was all the same vice.
Lou let the matter of the rag drop. His argument was valid. She knew this routine well enough that she'd worn clothes that could get messy too.
The cat line made Lou laugh again. "Oh, definitely. But only as a substitute until I can meet a 'real man' and 'start having babies.' Then I'm supposed to get over my cat obsession along with the cats. I'm in frighteningly low supply today. No cats at all. Maybe I'll pick up a six pack of them on the way home, you know, unless there's a drive-by proposal. Then I'd be saved the hassle."
Seeing as how he'd practically ducked away from her, she'd decided to roll with it rather than play the shrew. It was more fun this way. "You don't happen to know where I can buy kitty litter by the truckful, do you? As sheriff, maybe you can help me pull some strings so that my landlord doesn't start process to kick me and Fluffers and Whiskers out." Gods, if she ever did have a pet, those were the last names she'd pick.