The old woman laughs at that--and then ruffles his hair, as the departing Agathe had done. "You won't fight a kitten right now. That's all right, he's nothing much, he'll go. Now look, you Feuilly, you go on up, and I'll be up in a minute with that blanket. I need to clean up first, I don't like to leave dishes about, it's always tempting of course but if you go down that road once the next thing you know they're piled up and you don't have a clean pot to cook with, and the cats get in there and the mice when the cats aren't around...."

Maybe you should flee now, Harry.