Molly can't help but smile wider at the response Barbar gets, nudging the pumpkin back just enough to get the pair inside and the door shut without pinching the poor things stem.

"I saw the wooly fabric and well it works!" The tiefling smiles down at the cat as Frumpkin pops into existence. "Hullo there ser Frump. Watch the fluffy one, he plays a bit rough, but the others are gentle enough."

Frumpkin would find plenty of vertical shelves either way, to get up out of range of pumpkin carnage if he decided against tangling with the trio, including several little bridges and napping spots mounted along walls especially for him when either Caleb came over or sent Frumpkin on his own.