Alice's entrance, as should be expected, forced a good many odd sounds from Frodo, most of them grunts and gasps for air. Somehow, he felt he ought to have anticipated her decision to enter a coup by literally climbing into the back seat. As her feet disappeared, he realized the cat had abandoned her shoulder and was now pressing its paws into his chest, claws included.
He might have cried out, had not Isabella followed immediately after, although she seemed to have better sense and chose to split the passenger seat with him. It was... cramped.
"Where to?" the driver asked. "The noisy joint the cat lady mentioned or...?" He was speaking directly to Isabella, which was probably for the best.
Frodo held his breath as the cat pressed its nose against his. "I-I If you don't mind, erm, Alice. I-I'm not exactly a cat person."