She had in all been knocked upon her back by the male with a rather unattractive "Oomphh". She waited for the flashes to clear from her eyes, before she would form the fuzzy train of thoughts that had rattled within her mind, since it had been set off course, into one string of well elocuted utterances.
"Well, my darling drunkard. You ask of what I was doing with your neglected feline? Then I shall answer. Do brace yourself, the truth may set your alcohol poisoned mind awry and into the depths of self-evalution, for I was doing what you were not. Showing that elegant creature attention and affection. However, if you had busied yourself that way at all, you would not have tripped.
Her visage bore no emotion other than a slight irritation. How could that poor feline follow such a.. thing...? Moments of knowing the male, and she was sickened. However, she did her very best to flash him her set of ivories as she would flex her abdominals until she had risen back into a kneeling position. She placed both sets of five fingertips to the ground to balance her before she reached forward with the left to press the back of her curled index to the felines side where the male had collided with her to check if she was injured. 'Though she had not even expected a response, the previously frank tone had sweetened to yet another cooing intonation for the creature. "Darling... did that drunkard harm you?.." She spoke as if he wasn't hovering over her. Simply keeping in mind the cat's reactions to where she allowed her finger to glide along her fur. If she flinched away in an unusual spot, she would assume 'it' had harmed her...