[This is the best thing. The purr is going to melt his heart and then probably all his organs will liquify and he will melt into the river and escape like that. This cat is going to get him out of this town through her sheer cuteness.]

I generally don't speak cat this well. I'm not complaining, obviously. This is perfect. You're perfect, look at you, you sweet little thing.

[It basically takes all of his demon-resistance built willpower to wait for her to tell him where to pet her instead of going straight in but this is such an opportunity that he has to. Also he guesses it's polite? If she's sentient, or sapient, or whichever. Are all cats actually like this? He'll have to decide how he feels about that later.]

I absolutely will. [And he does, running his palm over her ears, scritching at the bases of them and so on.] I'm Anders. Do you...have a name? [Did he rename Pounce over his actual name? How does this work? If he didn't have the perfect stress reliever in front of him he might actually be a bit stressed out over this. What doesn't he know about cats that he should know about cats?]