Jono tried to picture a doberman crammed into one of those tiny little dorm rooms, and actually blinked a little at the thought. No, a dorm room was definitely not the place for one of those animals. There was certainly no argument from him there. And what Joni needed was somebody who could give her more attention than he'd probably be able to, considering how packed the itinerary already was, and he still didn't know when they were doing to be landing.

//Well, if she's a part of me, then you've certainly lucked out,// he mused. //You've just inherited that affectionate part of me that likes to cut off circulation to yer feet while purring and licking yer toes.//

Joni was a very loving kitty. In the way, of course, of all kitties, everywhere.