Reggie Dennison: Hi. Can I help you?
Natalie: Sorry to bother you. I hope this isn't a bad time.
Reggie Dennison: Uh, as a matter of fact, I'm sort of in the middle of something. [Natalie notices his bruised thumb] Why? What is all this about?
Natalie: Really sorry to bother you. I live a few blocks away.
Reggie Dennison: Yeah. I've seen you around.
Natalie: Yeah. It's about my cat snowflake. She's run away.
Reggie Dennison: Your cat. Do you have a picture?
Natalie: No, see, that's the thing. She's new. So... Thanks anyway. Sorry to bother you.
Reggie Dennison: Hold on. You know what? I did find a cat. This morning. She was scratching my front door. She's down in the basement. Come on in.
Natalie: No, it's probably not her. What color is it?
Reggie Dennison: White.
Natalie: See, it can't be her. Snowflake's black.
Reggie Dennison: Snowflake is black?
Natalie: Thanks anyway. You really should put some ice on that thumb.