[Gallows humour, a basic requirement of anyone wanting to survive a specialism outside chiropody. And the cat is something they share, in some small way. He's always grateful to see a flash of grey fur when he visits her, and know that tenuous link still exists.]

And wake up some morning cursed and trapped in my own room. Not that that would necessarily be for the worse.

[He glances across at her as they walk.]

Sorry, for offloading the Wilson thing on you. You're better at getting through to him.