Hugging her was easy, and he smirked as he heard the name. The cat on the other hand only squeaked some more and tried to climb her sweater. He chuckled.
'She's a lively one,' he told her with a smirk. 'And she likes to climb. Like her daddy only she looks like her mother. The only one in the litter who does, actually,' he said with a smirk, though of course he did not mention who the mother was.
'Susan's cat is the father, who's presently trying to hide most of the time since he's not overly fond of the idea of being a daddy. Especially not when they think his tail is a good toy,' he said with a chuckle.