The cat's head gives an incremental tilt to one side as it watches Jay's ungainly attempts to move. All of you belong to me, it says, as if reassuring an adopted child that it is just as much a part of the family as anyone else. But you don't belong here, in this place.

Only then does it turn towards the other two, chin dipped and head pulled back in polite bewilderment. Such a mouth that one has. I beg your pardon, it says mildly, in deliberate contrast to Rush's unnecessary aggression. But I'm not talking to you.

There, that's sorted. Back to Jay. They are busy. You are a distraction.