Shit, a joke? What part of his soul had he sold for that one? Laughing, Niikura slumped further back against the couch. "Hah! Man, that was pretty good; you got that right." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see one of the nurses watching him suspiciously...apparently she didn't know laughter made for a great medicine.

"I...figured." Especially the way that cat was purring; it sounded like its vocal chords were going to explode sooner or later. "Ya got a cat back home or somethin'?" He could see the picture in his head: Mike sitting alone in his arm chair watching whatever Western men liked watching on the television with a cat curled up on one of the arms...it was almost painfully domestic.