I don't know. She was in the house. But she's not scared of me so I guess maybe?

[Oof. She's wriggling.

[Carefully, Kija puts the cat back down. She flicks her tail in annoyance, then settles down a few disdainful feet away - just enough to make it obvious she is Extremely Displeased, but not so much as to risk becoming lost. Strange though these two are, they both smell familiar enough that she doesn't want to try her luck elsewhere. These two have food.]

Do you know what she wants to eat, please?