If a cat without pupils could roll its eyes, the spotted cat surely would. Of course I won't let the kitten have him. Gimme.

The ginger cat heaves yet another sigh, the biggest one yet, and lowers its head to spit Jay out on the...void. You're mine! says the new cat, all but bouncing over to give him a fond little bonk. That's the answer, I'm not just saying that. You're alive because you're mine.

He's not alive, objects the long-suffering ginger.