"Hum -" Ellen is cut short by the bundle of fur and soft fairy paws slamming straight into her face. She tries 'What are you doing?' again, but it just comes out a muffled mess.

It would be a lie to say that picking her up this easily when she's in the middle of being an airheaded kitten wasn't an ability she appreciated. She places both hands around Hummy's middle and tries to extract her, mostly gently (mostly). She's already a little flustered.

"That's my hair..."