The cat doesn't scratch, doesn't need to. He's only playing. He meowed lightly after being scooped up under the belly and being a deposit on the floor.

He has good manners. "No table." he spoke and repeats after him, his voice light, soft, and airy, and male.

He hops back on but sitting on the chair adjacent to him. "Chair." Right then and there, plops on the chair and lazily swish his tail.