"I think the kitty has woken up," Mr. Harris said, giving the gray cat a short glance.
The cat was awake. After a long stretch, the scared cat glanced around confused. When he saw the people there, he unsheathed his claws and let out a long hiss.
Mr. Kerr chuckled.
"Not a high chance of anyone adopting a nasty feral like this," he said snootily.
"I know someone who might," Mr. Harris said. "Remember Mr. Lowenstein, the man who works with us on Tuesdays and Mondays? The Lowensteins might want this cat,"
Then we go to the Lowensteins now," Mr. Kerr growled. He got into the car, but Mr. Harris grabbed him by the arm.
"Hey!" he yelled. "I never said you could decide who was going to own the cat!"
"But we are going to give the cat to the Lowensteins, aren't we?"
"Yes. Now get in!"
