"If they can find one. Cats are rare, this end of space." He looks at the not-rats, rather pointedly. "And anything else might hunt the cats. You'd have people outraged. I do wonder where these came from, however. We haven't seen them before."

He looks up, then, smiling very widely, an older smile than really fits on a teenager's face. "Ah, but I'm not a wizard. I'm a god." He waves over his shoulder, sounding very off-hand about the whole thing. "Loki, god of mischief. Don't worry, no-one else ever believes me when I tell them that, either."