I apologize for Ashes," Alice said to Michael. "He's a cat, and—" She paused, and decided that seemed like a complete description. "He's a cat. - Django Wexler

Alice scooped the cat into her arms and planted a kiss on his fuzzy forehead.
“What was that for?” Ashes sputtered. “What have I ever done to deserve that?”
“I wanted to say thank you,” Alice said, putting him on the ground. “For everything.”
“Yes, well. Far be it from me to dispute my own heroism,” Ashes muttered. “But proper thanks should involve tuna.”

Well?" the cat said. "Are we going to walk all the way there?"
"You're going to get fat if you keep being so lazy."
"You say that like it's a bad thing. For cats, being fat that just means that you're winning.

But—though she was not an expert on cats—she was fairly certain that they did not, as a rule, snicker.