The round squirrel's eyes narrowed on the troublesome feline and he frowned. "First you break into my house, then you insult me and my tastes in food, and now you threaten me?" He rubbed his temples with one hand for a moment before looking back up at her. "What do you need money OR food for, anyway? Your backside looks round enough to me. Heck, it's almost as big as I am!" He was clearly frustrated by all this. So far he'd taken no action, though. For what reason he was hesitating he did not know. Perhaps because what had been done so far could be undone? Or maybe he was just feeling generous today? He didn't know. Frustration was clouding his thoughts.