Yes, me too. Thankee. The flat response comes before she can remind herself that she can't actually vocalize that; what comes out is a fairly neutral trilling noise that she immediately shuts off. Ugh. It probably wouldn't have been a great idea to talk anyway, even if she could. Don't want to give him a reason to antagonize her.

She pads over slowly, doing her best not to scare off his chosen audience, and sniffs at the crumbs on the ground. Bread crumbs? Not exactly her preference, and she's actually full for once, so she won't deign to eat any. She'll scootch back away to give the birds and the walker some space, sitting down and beginning to groom herself, studiously ignoring them.