Shelley yelps quietly, putting up a hand to steady the little cat. Ouch. Tiny claws are still claws.

"Not now, sweetheart. Go... kill the teddy, or something."

Abdiel, however, has decided that now is the time to show Shelley his adoration, and will not be scooped off her shoulder. The girl frowns distractedly at the board, and makes the safer, defensive move.