Watching the grease dribble down the pizza, Jay's upper lip turned up in disgust. Human food was not appetizing. The expression faded when he forced himself to look at Rex's face instead of his food, however.

"Cat business." Jay's tone was a bit flat with that. "And what's that, exactly? Making sure the rats in the city are premium quality and that there's a ball of yarn in every paw?" It sounded a bit ridiculous to him. "Are they sure this isn't some kind of cat mating season and they aren't all in a mating ball in a dark alley somewhere?"

This whole thing was weird, though probably worse for the guy wondering where his cat really went off to. "Hope your cat comes back. And I guess I shouldn't be too skeptical, I mean, it's not like this place follows traditional logic, but still..."