In an instant, her plans are washed as the wellbeing of the old cat is brought into focus. Her expression sours briefly as she realizes how much he would not appreciate having even more youngsters to swat away from his favorite sleeping spots. Rather than fully relinquish the idea however, she seeks a reasonable course, “No, he wouldn’t… But I bet even he’d like a small pot of catnip in the house that I could keep full through the winter.”

Whether that pot would be further tended would be entirely up to her Mum.