Jim, of course, doesn't speak cat, so his response is just, "Yeah, that's what I figured you'd say." It's too bad the otter didn't come back, after the last message, but there's not much he can do about it.

He's never seen a pet store here before, but that doesn't mean there isn't one, so he keeps his eye out for one as they move along. That, or some kind of clinic; while it'd be a hell of a thing to explain why he might want another patron's shed scales in a non-creepy way, it might be necessary, if he can't find the real thing.