"It's hard not to talk about them; they're just so strange bizarre." Charlie kept scratching about the collar and wherever seemed in need of attention without being too invasive. This cat could actually say something after all.
"How long has she been like this?" He meant sick probably more so than the platypus fascination. He hopes that platypi were not always on her mind, that would make their jobs much more difficult. Unless it were something that was truly an issue in her world, her other world, her world that was not this world, which was her world as well. His mind was drifting, but he kept scratching.