"It's a she," Noah says with a smile, nearly grinning from the look of shock on Freddie's face. He can't quite tell what he's thinking or feeling beyond that, but his expression in that moment is priceless. He glances at the basket and shrugs. "And, you take care of her. Give her a good home, play with her, love her."

He knows it sounds cheesy, but at least it's about a cat. Most people have a pet of some kind, it's not that strange.