"They're pretty hard to get.  Sometimes Presto helps."

"The humans who have the shiny objects to begin with probably don't appreciate that."

"I don't appreciate starving."

"No, no, I wouldn't expect you to, all the arguments against stealing stuff kind of fall apart when nobody knows you're a talking cat anyway, but if I made you a bunch of shinies those wouldn't rot, and once the kibble ran out you could bring them to your usual fences, in case I haven't solved material scarcity and told everyone some cats can talk by then?"

"Okay!!  - If I start eating and it makes me throw up are you going to kick me or throw me or anything."

"I'm not going to kick you or throw you! If you throw up or hack up a hairball or something I would rather you aim away from me, but I'm not going to get violent."

"Sure.  I didn't very much think you were going to, but I also didn't think that any of the times humanoids kicked or threw me before.  And you're askable."  They set in on the fish with none of the restraint expressed previously.

Cam, meanwhile, comes up with small cat-transportable objects of the sort someone who normally feeds cats for stealing them stuff might accept, and makes them in a heap off in the corner.

A black cat with one white paw, an intensely spiked collar, a little tailored kitty jacket, and a raven perched on her haunches is presently sniffing the heap.  It's not clear where precisely she came in from.

"- you're all dressed up! Can I take a picture of you and your bird?"

" - I guess."  She poses.

Picture! "Thank you. Nice to meet you, I'm Cam."

"I'm Mr. Mistoffellees.  How did you learn catspeak?  I've been trying to teach my housefolk since forever and she still only knows a smidgen."

"I'm impressed she could learn any! I have a magic language learning ability that turned out to work on catspeak. Would you like to bring your housefolk a device you can use to write to her, if you have learned* to be literate?"

*apprehended sourcelessly

"I haven't but give me one anyway; I'll figure it out.  Is the magic shareable?"

"It's complicated but for the time being at least no. Uh, I'm not confident you'll be able to carry the device."

(She is in fact quite small, in frame if not in weight - it's hard to tell with the jacket on - and still has slightly kittenish features.)

"Why not?  Hands reasons or size ones or something else."

"Size ones. A keyboard you can use with cat paws actually has to be bigger than one suitable for human fingers so the whole thing's pretty chunky. If it's a smooth walk I guess I could give you a little wagon to pull it in."

She sits up on her hind legs and wiggles her front paws - seems she's polydactyl - and two rudimentary mechanical hands slide out of her sleeves.  She tucks her paws into the undersides of them and presently they can wiggle too.  They look much more able to grip things than cat paws; they unfortunately don't look much better at typing since the articulation between the individual digits is still not that great.

"Gosh. But I'm not sure if you can walk and also carry something moderately heavy, like that? Maybe you can."

"I can't walk very far with them but maybe one for me could be smaller than other cats need."

"I don't think so, the thing you do to enter letters is touch small buttons and not grab things, but it's a clever thought."

"Shame.  - What if my housefolk and I made a pair of hands with one small finger each, would that do it."

"Quite plausibly but you could also just introduce me to the housefolk in question and they can find a good place to put the model of computer I have previously been giving out."

"That doesn't sound very clever but I suppose."