A random headbutt and strop might catch his attention through his wandering, though Saash is agile enough to not trip the boy. She makes a curious little "mrrp?" noise, the way an entirely normal cat might, but by now he's certainly seen his own SCP, and hers rests on her neck as if it's some sort of collar--it serves, in any case.

"Do you know where the kitchen is? You look like you could use a bite to eat. I could make you a sandwich, I think..."

It might take a bit of magic, but she would. Or maybe one of the Purple team members might have left a few sandwiches in the fridge. Saash would certainly avail herself for this youngster, if that were the case.