My cat collects corpses to keep the fires in Old Hell running. The fire here isn't the same, obviously, but it's just what I'm accustomed to doing with...unwanted dead things.

[There you go, Gilbert, a creepy cat story to help your phobia.

She shuffles a little when he offers to bake for her, though.]

...I wouldn't mind, but there's nothing I can do for you in return.