Bob sees a borrower shaking in fear... Not of him. But of a cat. "What the-?! GET ON NOW! GET!" Bob yells, chasing away the carnivorous feline. "Are ya okay there, little one? Normally, I don' save people, but it seems like you were scared half to death... And you're WAY too small to eat... Or kill, anyway... So.. I'll spare ya. If you want... I could even adopt ya. How's that sound?" Bob rambles on, with a question at the end. "Huh... It seems yer as big as mah knife..."