The kitten is on his lap almost before Michael registers that it's nearby. There aren't too many pets wandering the mansion without their owners, and in general he doesn't have much to fear from anything that isn't either human, demon, or a rebel angel. Animals don't fall into any of those categories, and they tend to do nothing more than what his Father designed them to do: be animals.

For that, he likes them.

He's lowering a hand and giving the kitten's soft fur an affectionate pat as soon as it's settled. A close look confirms that it is, indeed, nothing more than a young cat, no curses and no supernatural powers that he can detect. That probably means that it belongs to someone, so he glances up and scans the bar for anyone who might be searching the floor for something small and fuzzy.