[She had to fight from going over and simply removing the feline. He could fall and hurt himself...Giving him a canine frown, she glanced over to the stove. Stove. Lit stove. Explosive. Cat. Nothing good could come from this. Sitting up, she kept her distance, not wanting to spook him.]

I'm sorry...But you don't have to be rude. Just, please come down. I won't bother you, just get away from the stove...please.

[If something happened, she'd try to get to him in tome, she just didn't think she could do it properly in this clumsy canine form.]