Eh, you got that thing though, y'know? That...sweet, calming thing that animals usually like. You need one of those really friggin majestic horse Pokemon.

[Yeah, this is fine. Jack settles back himself, propping his feet up on his desk and grabbing his large bottle of pain killers. All the tenseness up till now has his face screaming at him. Not to mention he's had his mask on all day.]

These are just pain killers, don't worry, I'm not getting high while we're talking. But yeah, I gotta say, Cattrap drives me nuts half the time, but I can't complain that I got a money cat. I can complain about the literal bag of garbage that stalks me everywhere, though. Because there is a literal bag of garbage that is stalking me. I dunno how it keeps getting in the house.