[He's not able to keep hold of the cats for long, as half a dozen squirming cats tend not to be terribly well-behaved, but he can at least keep them corralled until Zenyatta gets dressed. The cats immediately make beelines to their previous position, including the one that has decided its goal in life is to be a furry hat.]

Pretty sure that's just your circulatory system now, and it's fine. You'd do the same for anyone.

[He'd certainly made a habit of keeping an eye on Wash, that was for sure. Wash still can't decide if he appreciates that or not.]

And after you warm up, you get to help me out.

[He picks up a cat off the sofa, takes a seat, and places the cat on his lap. The cat, contrary to the last, makes its way back to the sofa and curls up next to him, rolling on its back and splaying its paws out in all directions.]

[Of course, it's a half second until his lap is full of three purring cats, all wanting to take up precious warm real estate, because cats.]

I've noticed that if you pet the cats enough, they disappear. I'm pretty sure it just sends them back to where they came from, and as much as I like it, we really don't need a room full of cats here.

[Zenyatta, your new mission is to pet all the cats.]