Having a mediator does seem like it would be a good idea, and the fluffmonster of a cat surveys Minako for a moment before nodding to herself. "Indeed." Delicately, she places her paw on Minako's foot. "When one reaches a refined age, mere fun is not enough. What if he is a wandering tom whose whim will take him away or cannot be relied on for hunting?"

"You don't know that," grumbles the tabby, and Steeltail deadeyes him.

"You only say that because you were a wandering tom," she sniffs, and ignores the resulting sputters as she looks back up at Minako. "I would prefer one with a confident stride and keen eyes, because I find those of proper nobility of the soul."