( Moving slowly so he doesn't jostle the little cat, he holds his hand out to Maurice so he can get the smell off Donny. )

I think uh, t-technically? You're m-meant to keep them um, k-keep them separate.

( But that obviously isn't really feasible in this tiny tiny apartment. Instead, he's scooping the kitten up in his hand, listening to her mew loudly (she's got a good set of lungs) and resting her on his lap. Still away from Maurice, but yes. ) I g-guess I just gotta um, k-keep an eye on 'em.