"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."

"You're not disallowed from doing things just because they aren't clever," one of the calico twins meows, and leaps back out the broken window.  Shortly after she can be heard vomiting in the alleyway.

"- are you okay," Cam says, going to stick his head out the window.

"Yes."

"...oh good." He wishes he were a vet. It didn't seem important before. He sits back down.

"Cam thinks that humanoids are wrong about your gender," the remaining twin tells Mr. Mistoffellees.  " - I think I would like them to also be wrong about me."

"- I'm not sure what you mean. Do you even have a name humans call you?"

"Just you, recently.  We did have a family when we were smaller."

"Then I have no idea what humans think your gender is. Honestly even if they were calling you any of a thousand normal cat names I couldn't tell, Mister Mistoffellees is unusual in having a clear marker there and if they were calling you Spot or Brickle or something then that would be no information."

"Tortoiseshells and calicos are all girls."

"Are they? I didn't know that. I think I'd heard orange cats were all boys though so it stands to reason there's some kind of sex-linked color genetics going on."

"Orange cats aren't all male.  But I think I would like humanoids to think I am if they are thinking about that sort of thing at all."

(Rumpleteazer hops back inside and resumes nomming fish.)

"...huh. That happens to humans sometimes too but unfortunately I have no idea how any of the things humans do about it would translate to cats. I guess I could dye your fur if you want to pass to observers who know that your coloration is sex-linked."

"What's dyeing?"

"It's when Twolegs put bad-smelling stuff in their fur and then it turns a different color."

"Oh.  I don't want that."