Not the sad kitty face. Anything but the sad kitty face. Sighing, Ichigo reached over to scritch Spark's ears and smiled a little. "Of course I don't hate you. But I am worried I'd hurt you. Yeah, you're a talking cat, but you're still a cat. I have more strength than I look like, and even when I do my best, I'm not always good at holding back. What if I threw you so hard the line snapped and you got caught in a rip tide?"