The real problem is that he's another mouth to feed.

[Subete glances curiously after the cat but doesn't stop Sissel -- for now he's just going to let his water kanji vanish into a puddle on the ground while he spectates Crow sacrificing his personal item to the raccoon, apparently. He probably shouldn't look so amused considering they've been nominally trapped in a room with it for two days a while now!]

You know, if the cat doesn't speak raccoon, maybe that convenient little collar of his does?