Normally, Jennifer might have had a heart attack. At the very least, she would have let out a startled shriek. Because talking cats were shocking and abnormal.
But this was so beyond anything she'd expected from even this place, that she found she couldn't really do much of anything.
A talking cat.
Actually, a very articulate talking cat.
"You're. Welcome." She said very slowly, finally. Staring. It wasn't polite to stare, but she really couldn't help it. It - he, the voice had sounded male - had to know that this was absurd, and people were bound to stare.
Touching it would likely just seem stupid. Of course it was real. It had just eaten her tuna.