Gary jogs to a stop, wearing a wide, open-mouthed grin on his face that quite clearly says he has no idea why this guy is so angry. Like an excitable puppy that's just brought a chewed-up slipper to its owner.

"I dunno," he pants with an exaggerated shrug. "It was fun, though! More fun than tossing a bunch of bread at them. What kind of cat eats bread, anyways? Don't they eat, like, mice and stuff?"

This...this is not the point. It's gone completely over Gary's head. But what else is new?