"I didn't feed it," Wynonna almost whines defensively. "It got into my lunch, and now it's-" she motions. "Well. Look at it. I think it might be too stupid to actually survive in the wild, someone who is not me should take it. Away. Take it away from me where it won't look at me with those beady, hungry little eyes."

Nope, not looking at it. She refuses to meet its pleading, adoring gaze.

It whines, sadly, looking between the two humans, desperate for scraps of food and/or attention.

And then it pees a little.