If it was any consolation to Chie, her yelp of surprise was a bit tricky to tell apart from Yosuke's in that eternal split second. He flinched back, but his reflexes had already failed him. The cat caught the side of his shirt sleeve and grimly dug in, its hind legs comically swaying below. Comical to anyone except the unfortunate young man who was being used as a scratching post, anyway.

Gritting his teeth, Yosuke batted at the cat with his other hand, to little effect. Ugh, and it had to be heavier than its size and traces of kitten fuzz suggested, too. "Ow - dammit, take a hint -"

Nope, answer time was going to be postponed for a little while longer, unless anybody stepped in to help. Sorry, Chie.