London's a weird place full of people with weird accents. For all Trevor knows they might have these jaguars coming out of the fucking ocean like seals (except much cooler.) He blinks at how the jag leans in, almost as if it's listening to him... could it understand him?

Was he connecting with this creature on a spiritual level?

Being a logical, deep and thought-provoking scholar, Trevor asks it:

"Does your kind, like, get high off catnip." He's always wondered.