I don't think she'd get along with Frisbee very well then, would she? Poor guy's already worn out with how much she wants to play. Bet you if he knew what being neutered meant he'd be glad for it, now that he's been around a kitten.

[That tighter cling gets him another, firmer nuzzle, a kiss pressed to his forehead. Ryan nods in the direction of the bed as he starts to step away, slowly, trying not to suddenly dislodge him; he's not bothering to put the cat down either, just bringing her along.]