[ Old stories? His brow creases, giving a quick side glance to "Elena," before regarding Stefan again. A cat alike from the one their father never gave them. With piercing eyes. Bringing it home. His frown reaches full mast as his eyebrows join in.

No.

No, it can't be. ]

Stefan. You and I both know that that cat died trying to be the other alive cat. [ To Elena. ] It had a complex, you see, trying to jump higher. Had a big thing for the other neighborhood cat all of a sudden, but as I said, that cat is long gone. Not. Possible, Stefan.