The cat is deposited into Sigma's arms with very much fuss, it squirms and scratches his sleeves to tatters. Rivulets of white blood appear on his hands, but Sigma doesn't seem to notice. He sits down gingerly and holds it with the care a parent would show to their screaming baby, and begins inspecting the animal's fur.

He finds the time to shoot a glare at Howard. "I'm not kitten around. I'm purrfectly serious. -Ignore the tic, it's pawtomatic, I can't control it."

When the animal begins batting at his chest, Sigma has no choice but to seize the animal by the scruff of the neck. Though he could likely crush the young cat's bones between two titanium fingertips, he handles it with a surprising gentle strength. "She's nearly scratched herself to death, poor purrincess. Lend me your knife for a mewment, I'm going to cut her claws."