[ "There's nothing to make up" makes Day feel a little chagrinned. He had wanted to keep this light and fun, and while all that feelings talk was...good? In the long run, he can't help feeling a little bad, like he somehow didn't read the room right. ]

...I like them well enough. There were some back where I grew up, to help catch rats and things. [ Realities of a small, rural farming town. ] There was a little shorthair that hung around the shrine. Ain't sure how she got up there since eighty-nine steps is no joke. ...Probably gone by now, though. [ He isn't sure, but if that cat's still around, she'd be a grandma. ]

And we've got a little missy back home who likes cats, 'cept they're all, uh. Afraid of her. So she asks us to pet them for her and tell her what's it like sometimes. [ Day is forced to like cats regardless, ]