"Pffft," and with that the physical momentarily took precedence again. K had to shove back against Fa quickly to get her face out of cat-butt-range, even as she brought up one hand to placate-slash-restrain the feline construct. That the swing was gently, well, swinging now didn't help matters much. "Hey," she protested in greeting, petting the cat, "sheesh, what can I do for you?"