"All right." He said. He's not terribly fond of anything that reminds him of a hospital. He never been to one other, not even the free, city sponsored clinics at the kennels.

"I plan to practice more, but I find my old violin is becoming off-key. Like no matter how much I wind it up, the strings can't match what I hear on the radio." He sighed as he notices his violin's string quality is declining and make scratchy notes. He won't admit to her that he wanted a new violin and he's thinking up ways to make money and save up on his own.

He sniffles and wiggles his nose in response. In his cat form, he would have smoothen out his whiskers as a reflex.

He nods to that. "It will take a while to get used to. Having a nice warm place to live and not worry about when it will rain or snow."