"Excellent," Lorne says, relieved that this incident might result in a minimum of scratches now. Detlef is literally the man for the job. Perhaps that's why he was outside in the first place, if the cat is tame and had run off for some reason. Lorne honestly cannot tell from the creature's current behavior.

He stoops down next to Detlef, leaving the stablemaster enough room to maneuver. "There's not much space to get behind the poor thing." It only seems logical to attempt to hold a struggling cat from where claws and teeth are not facing you. "Would food help calm it down at all?"

Assuming they could even tempt it to something before it freezes to death.