Jefferson took a moment to actually consider what her hometown of California was like and how she'd ended up across an entire country and into another one, no less. The mentioning of a cat sent his fur standing on end--the immediate mental image was that of this small child eating a downed black panther or something similar--but after a moments' worth of actual consideration, he narrowed the creature down to something the size of a housecat. He'd never eaten such a thing, nor did he even want to consider it a delicacy. After all, he'd had his share of chomping down on wolf flesh during combat and whatnot, and it had never particularly been a taste he... enjoyed.
"Cats... no." His single eye peered at her, perplexed, before he shrugged his shoulders. "You're not in California anymore, Adds. We don't have... cats." He glanced off to the side, supposing that he could have been hungry himself, but... with all the extra hunting he'd done lately for the bottomless pit she had for a stomach, it wasn't exactly something he was excited to do. "What do you say you start learning how to hunt?" He didn't bother to wait for her approval of the concept. Instead, he rose to his feet and started away. "Come on. I'm sure you can catch a rabbit or something." He was the parent, right? He was briefly amused that she had no real choice but to listen to him--and then realized that his rank and underlings were the same, and that brief amusement was dispersed rather quickly.