[Ryan leans contentedly against him, nuzzling affectionately in- it's hard to hug with an armful of small cat, it'll have to do.]

And then I'd have to dig the glass out, and clean you up, and get your feet bandaged- nevermind picking up all the shards after. Or getting more jars. And then I'd have to keep you in bed until it was safe to walk on those feet again, you'd just get bored.

[The kitten squirms a little in his arms, shifting to stretch out there- and starting to knead at his sleeve. He sucks in a little hiss of a breath as her claws poke at him again.]