And why would I want to do that? The cat is not there the first time Tim's gaze flits over the countertops, but turn again and -- there. It rests easily on its haunches, washing a front leg with utter disregard for the humans' distress. It watches Tim with slitted, glowing eyes as it works, giving no sign that it's putting forth any effort to maintain Jay's predicament. You've had your visit. It's someone else's turn with him now, don't you think?