The cat doesn't seem feral. Perhaps they're a stray, or they have an owner somewhere who is worried about them. Anders hasn't seen a tag on them or any indication that they're owned, but still. "There we go," Anders towels off their little face last, before going to hang the towel on the sink to clean later.

He then gets a saucer and pours a little bit of goat's milk into it, sliding it towards the cat. "You're welcome to stay until the rain stops."