It doesn't take its paw off him entirely, just sort of gently taps at him with the pads of its toes. It's not even looking at him, its white eyes still trained on the kitten. The ginger cat emits a drawn-out growl, and the kitten spits in reply.

You can't keep all of them, not always. I'll find one you're not watching, and I'll play with it all I want! says the kitten, all its fur standing on end.

The ginger cat hisses, but its demeanor is calm again as it bends to gently pick Jay up, carefully snaring the concept of clothing rather than the concept of flesh in its teeth. I'm going to adjust you -- it starts to say as it turns to trod off into the aether, and then it has to stop and think about what it means in terms the little being will understand. I will put you out of reach, for now, it says, which isn't quite what it means, but close enough, and the closest it will come to offering reassurance.