Seraphina blinked in confusion at the man's questions, not registering the irony in his voice at first. "I- you are making a joke, aren't you?" she said, flustered, as the realisation dawned on her, and she smiled. "At this point I feel that the cats have adopted me and not the other way," she admitted with a tired laugh.
"They were in this horrible place, locked in cages. I just had to save them," her eyes softened and she looked lovingly at the cats that moved about her. "I could not take them all, but there were many more in this place. If you could help find a home for even one of them, it would mean a lot." She gestured at the cat by his legs, "That one appears to like you."
A chuckle left his lips, starting to get an inkling of how she ended up in a situation like this. An unabashed drive to do what she thought was right, even if it ended up with a bunch of kittens that were once again in need of homes. At least the overwhelming number of kittens was her problem, one she had brought upon herself. Pat didn't know anything about rehoming cats, otherwise he might have gone into that business, but he didn't mind the one that was attempting to get close enough for attention. Before any more attention could be drawn to the vanishing act his feet were putting on, he picked the kitten up.
"How are you going to tell if they're going with good people?" he asked, giving the kitten's head a little scratch. "What if they end up with someone who puts them back in a cage?"
