"I'm a classy lady," Katrina said, jokingly. "You knew that when you married me."
She didn't do anything to encourage the cat, but Gigi climbed onto her anyway. Halfheartedly Katrina pushed at her, but Gigi nuzzled into her hand and it turned into a resigned ear scratch. She really wasn't a pet person, but the cat was so independent that she hardly required much care, and so insistent on having attention paid to her that she felt bad turning it down. She sank further down against Finnick, until her head rested on his knee, and Gigi curled up on her side.
"You're a good pillow," she informed him, teasingly pressing her head into his hand as if she were asking to be petted, just like the cat.