[A cat. Of all things, it would be a cat. On the one hand there is no question of having to beg permission from the others here of a cat most likely. On the other..Javert sighs, looking down at the cat when he hears the meow.]

A question of death or one of dignity. I take it you would not mind.

[And he is bending to at least scratch its ears a bit. He does not entirely mind cats at least, so there is that.]