"People? What, like I'm not? What am I supposed to be, a toaster?" he said, grumbling. Bloody cats. This was why he preferred foxes; they didn't constantly act like they were superior to you in every way.

He shifted, still eying the cat with a suspicious air. "And how do I know you're not part of the problem? You're not making the slightest bit of sense here, kitty-cat. Powers don't go around putting people together. Cats aren't meant to talk. And anything that comes out of a fountain that's been making people disappear doesn't just get to demand whatever the hell he wants to know."