I mean, we've got the Tamassrans, but hell. That's not like humans have. Or... most humans, anyway.

[He's pushing the bacon around the pan now, while it fries. Before occasionally popping a bit out onto the floor, where the pile of cats has gathered.]

Good. [And now stirring the other pot.] Glad to hear it.

That one though... you tried just straight-up ignoring 'em? Maybe that'll shut them up. If you and this other person are fine? Screw it. You're fine.