Spike didn't need telling twice. To him, this lesson was perfect. Yes, perfect. And thus he was oblivious to any ruckus against it. See, he didn't have a cat of his own, but was what you might call an animal lover. More a creepy crawlie and critters lover, but cats were fine too. Moreover, he didn't need to worry about the risks of using a wand, cos he wasn't allowed one.

And thus, when told to go catch a cat by hand, he'd literally jumped up and run out with a massive grin on his face. "Sure thing, Shaw!" he said with a face of pure glee. "Any preference on type?" There sure were a LOT of mad cats out there.