It's just that cats don't seem to like me. Irena quickly suggests returning it to the pet shop and exchanging it for some other animal. In a heavy rainstorm, the couple enter the jam-packed pet store crammed to the ceiling with cages. All that caterwauling. The last time they did that was when an alley cat got in and ate up one of my nice white finches.
Animals are ever so psychic.
The cats particularly, they seem to know. You can fool everybody, but landy dearie me, you can't fool a cat. They seem to know who's not right, if you know what I mean. Oh, he is sweet. He will like me very much, you will see.