“Your cat just got cat hair on me.” “It’s only fair,” Min said. “Your suit just got expensive suit lint on him.”

“Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me.”

“Dude.. where's your suit? Just once, when I say "suit up" I wish you'd put on a suit.”

“No one wants to hear you speak, Bradie Boy," Kitten said in that scratchy voice of hers."Like that's ever stopped me. I can't believe we've got a bird and a cat in the car." Bradley chuckled. "I guess that makes me animal control. Nice.""I'm a Teran," Kitten said tightly, "not a cat. And if I hear you call me a cat one more time, I'll scratch your eyes out. Understand?""Oh, I understand. I just don't think you'll like what I'm understanding, which is that you can't wait to get your hands on me.”

“I got him a cool gift. I got him a pack of razors, and a really furry dead cat.”

“Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper."Mom!”