Kanan gave a crooked little grin at that, pausing to set down his fork to get a better look at the two... sure, he could buy that they were some kind of cat, why not?

"May I?"

Yeah, he was already reaching down to let the little black one sniff his fingers. He wasn't going to feed them, no. If Hannibal figured they didn't need more food, then he'd respect that. But... well... He kind of had a soft spot.

He was still a little bit torn up about the bears. That really didn't need to turn out the way it had.