Eyes widening as the hat fell, Crimson was suitably distracted before a small, but hard, furry head crashed into his own, causing him to stumble somewhat woozily after the whirling green and white stripes.

But then the cat decided to talk and so his fingers overshot their object as he unbalanced, ungracefully crashing down next to his hat at the sound of that familiar voice even as some part of him vaguely commented that it wasn't the right voice. That part was promptly ignored as cats did not talk, much less have right or wrong voices.

"Ahaha... I think I may have hit my head too hard if kitty is now talking to me..."