This twoleg is scratching at some kind of twoleg object. Good--that means that he doesn't have any hands free if he tried to suddenly grab her.

"So, none of you have kittypets?" she asks. She isn't sure if that would be good or bad news. It might be nice to have another cat around, but if she met one who could talk to their twolegs--she doesn't know what that would be like. Sasha had told her that it was possible to communicate with twolegs, if only in a very basic manner. There definitely weren't any deep conversations.