“Oh, don’t you make pity kitty eyes at me. I am immune, boyo. Not where my kitties go, okay? I don’t know why you suddenly decided you needed my permission.”
“Alright…Well in all honesty, I was hoping you’d come round my house a little more often and I wouldn’t want to have to put my pet away or have you scared of something when you came by.”
“Oh?”
“Go on.”
“It’s just as I said, I’d like it if you came by my place a bit more. I’m going to be personalizing it a bit and there’s no point in making it look nice if I don’t have someone to show it to.” His speech was a little hurried and somewhat bashful.
“Why don’t you put off the ocelot for a few weeks until we see how that goes? Ocelots do breed. Maybe you can change my mind.”