[She plops right on down at a nearby table, ready for soup time. With a smile that doesn't show any worry for her lost cat, she says,]

Alrighty then! I'm sure Flufto'll be fine. I wouldn't want you taking a break for lil old me, you know? And then your soup would get cold? Nah, it's probably better if I stay here. Maybe he'll smell the soup and come running.