"Kitten?" Ellie lifted her head and blinked drowsily, only moderately startled at having her near-nap suddenly interrupted by an unusually effusive Crowley.

For a moment she was genuinely confused. Then her encounter with the fluffball came back to her, and she covered the moment of realization with a yawn that was only half-contrived. "Sorry, not a cat person. Why, have you got one?"

She hoped if Aziraphale hadn't talked him into keeping the critter, he'd at least turned it over to someone who would treat it kindly.