"'Cawse I'm sure! Yew poor thing," Inspekta tuts, lifting his hands to Capochin's face this time, doting on him for a moment. He tips him ever-so-slightly to and fro, as if taking a good look at him.

"Yew know how I always been tellin' yew to slow down a liddle bit, or else yew're going to pop a heartery! Yew gotta take it easy n' relax, Cappy! When'd'ya wake up today? Yew had a lil' midday schnooze yet?"