[The mental image of a man like Barnes begging the housing dept to let him have a dog is one Crow will never imagine, but will warm all our hearts nonetheless.

He can only smile in agreement as he wraps his arm around that giant cat to hoist him off that chair. The thing is friendly enough to not fight back at least, but he doesn't exactly help either. Dead weight of a cat is a go.]

Oof, tell me about it. I'd heard about these things, but you never really notice how big they are til they're next to the normal ones.

[With that cat deposited at his feet (where its eyes fix on James) Crow'll get down to business.]

I got the gloves and scarf right here for ya, pull em out and see if they work.