Carefully - very, very carefully, Bucky scratches under the cat's chin with his left hand.

"Okay, that's ... huh," he says, after a moment. "I can tell a difference between this and my other hand, but I'm picking up more sensation than I thought I would."

A thoughtful pause, and he adds, to the cat, "You're white as the snow up on the high mountain peaks, you know that?"