So Zatanna isn't exactly expecting kittens when she goes into the dining room, much less the pouncing, talking kind. She's a little startled when a ball of fur is suddenly going after her shoe, but after a quick step back reveals what's happened, she grins.

"Your fish. Got it." She crouches down, smiling as she offers a hand out for the cat to sniff. Zatanna's pretty good with animals, and let's be honest--no one can resist that much furry cuteness. "I'm Zatanna. Who are you?"