Oh, you don't have to go that far for little old mew~

[Can she hear the despicable grin in his voice? If she can't already, what he shows next might hit home: a painting of the dead cat she buried with her own hands, in all its bloody (gory) glory.]

... But I suppose it would look just perfect next to this other masterpiece, right here.

[Well, he doesn't miss a beat, either.]