[Mogget has spent the past two thousand years in the company of humans, but he honestly can't remember ever meeting someone quite like this. People usually ignore him, or treat him like he's an incredibly dangerous creature, which... okay, yeah, that's fair. Treating him with respect, though? Pampering him? Hmm!! Where's the catch...]

I do not mind other cats, although I cannot say the opposite is always true. We are very... perceptive. [And he's a cat-that-is-not-a-cat? Things can get awkward! He does, however, want that brushin' almost as much as he wants a fish, so—he airily waves a paw.] But this boathouse of yours will be fine, so long as it is a sound vessel. I've had my fill of water for the day.

[For this century, really. He settles back down into the jacket, glancing up at the boy one more time before turning his attention back to their surroundings.]

Do you not live with your father? You are quite young.