You are...strange little creatures, says the cat, baffled by their collective insistence that they are otherwise than it knows them to be. It stands, staring down at them imperiously, seemingly unaware that its fur is standing on end. It is bigger, it is stronger, it is more intelligent. They should comprehend this. I may decide it is not permissible that you repair her arm. I may decide that it is not permissible either of you remains intact.