I feel it is perhaps better if I just show her, Father, so I open the carrier on my bed and tap the quilt so he knows it's okay to come out. It takes him a moment, but he cautiously steps onto the bed sniffing and looking around, head cocked at an odd angle to compensate for his missing eye, I suppose. Eventually I sit and he comes right up next to me, rubbing his head against my leg.

"This is Captain Cat Sparrow. I met him at a cafe that had adoptable cats all around and I just... I couldn't leave him there. No one wanted him because of his eye, you see, and... We don't have to keep him, I just didn't want him to not have somewhere to live. Do you... mind? Terribly?"