Clinton made a face. "Nah," he said as he shook his head, "I'd rather not put any animal on a leash. It's just so..." The male let the back of his head rest on the back of the couch. "Wrong." He was silent for a few minutes before he'd continued on: "I mean, why put an animal in a leash when all animals should be treated like humans? They've got feelings. It was the very reason why I got these two here from the streets."

The cats seemed to mewl in agreement with Clinton and the two hopped onto both Clinton and Adam's lap. They got themselves comfortable and the blonde grinned in amusement. Stretching out his arms behind them, on the couch, he turned to look at Adam. "Well, I'm hoping it could be finished by tomorrow evening. That way, the big guy over there could run about and maybe even sleep better." He was sure his pets were annoying him. With the way he was looking their way when he'd met the cheetah's gaze, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

"I'll bet the big guy's excited."