[ Wash takes the bar, careful not to brush her fingers, and sniffs. This one he likes a lot. ]

Much better. And uh-- just a stray shorthair, he was grey with yellow eyes. Crooked tail, a cut in one of his ears from scrapping. I named him Loki because he was always getting intro trouble but that cat must've had ninety lives. He was so lucky. This one time, he got stuck up the tree in the backyard and my father didn't want to deal with it again so he took a chainsaw to it instead and it fell on a power line. Damn cat should've gotten electrocuted.