That was... a good question. Adam surveyed the angry ball of black fur, not sure how to proceed. He certainly wasn't in any hurry to touch the thing again, given how badly she'd wrecked his hands a moment ago. On the other hand... "I don't know what else to do with her," he confessed. He was certainly not going to give a feral kitten to his sister, as he'd originally intended, but letting her loose in Diagon Alley to get run over by a vendor's cart or eaten by a particularly large owl didn't seem very fair. It was just a kitten, after all.