"I just meant your shirt, you twit." It's kind of cute though. "Oh, you know what, you can borrow one of mine and I can stick that in the laundry."

While she's in the bedroom, Murphy saunters in, licking his chops. He regards Harry in that way that cats do when they meet new people. Since he doesn't have tuna or salmon, he ignores him and starts cleaning himself.

"Don't mind him, he's an old softy." Mary's got a ratty old Nirvana t-shirt. "Watch it though, he sheds."