"Isn't that the truth!" Sam answers, following Hermione's lead and keeping his own voice down. It'd be no good at all to scare the kitten away. "I knew a pony once - you couldn't get within ten feet of him with even a single carrot in your pocket, or you'd have a pocket full of interested pony-nose. He always knew!"

He crouches down next to Hermione, though he's near enough to the ground as it is. "Hullo, little one," he calls softly, and extends a finger for the kitten's inspection.