At this point, Miles wishes there was some kind of way that this could not be happening. That he'd already picked the cat up, decided to give up, and no one would ever see him standing there with Snowflake pretending to go limp inside her harness.

But it's too late for that now.

"Um, thanks," Miles says, "I don't think she really wants to go for a walk, though."

Are you supposed to say thank you to something like that? It's not like I made her a pretty cat or anything. Man, why couldn't i have found a stray dog that day? Or a bird? Though, I guess walking a bird would be even harder than this.