[ John narrows his eyes. ]

I guess those are acceptable. But you're on thin ice, mister.

[ John really needs to quit while he's ahead. This is stupid.

He gives the cat-erpillar one last snuggle before setting it gently down on the ground. ]

Are you going to take it to the vet? Maybe they can do something for the sneezing. And tell you if it's a boy or a girl. If that matters.