[Dogs are never good, but Mogget isn't about to say shit... because this, my friends, is first class Chroma transportation. He keeps his head buried for the first few seconds, enjoying the warmth as he continues cleaning his poor, poor cheeks.]

Perhaps. I certainly wouldn't turn down a fish, if you know how to catch one? [This all comes out rather muffled, but soon he pops his head out the top to give Jon a (relatively mild) Look.] And I am called Mogget, not... "Mr. Cat."

[Ah, but observing the scenery is much more exciting than staring down a boy. What an ugly little town??]