The kitten mews up at him, seemingly in agreement, and Jim rubs the soft fur between his ears. "All right, Zunar, then."

His smile dims slightly, though, when he looks past the warm furry creature in his hands towards Crookshanks. Old age catches up with everybody eventually, even kneazles, but it doesn't make it any less sad to know that he's on his way out. "I'll take good care of him for you," he promises, and when the kitten murrs a protest, he amends it to, "Okay, we'll take care of each other."