“C’mere kitty, kitty.” Johnny enters, tosses his keys, and calls for Anon. Spotting them on the couch, he kneels, greets them affectionately, and scratches their ears. He moves to sit beside them, pulling them into a hug. He nuzzles them, content to cuddle. “An’ who said cats n’ dogs dinnae get along, mh? Cause mines a pretty cuddly one.”