"Uncle Walter! Don't be ridiculous." Charlie's already got a chiding sort of laugh down. "It's from one of the deer. I wish I had both antlers though."

The cat immediately distracts him; the skull and antler end up set aside and forgotten almost as soon as she's padding around on the couch cushion. Charlie's pretty good with approaching her alright despite his age, at least. He just really wants to pet the kitty so badly.

Murphy catches a glance of poor Caro awkwardly in the door, so he gestures around. "Make yourself at home." And take the puppy when you leave, for fuck's sake.