While she hadn't actually suffered any damage, the litter box incident had been entirely too close to comfort, and she was sick of people being idiots in class. Maybe it wasn't their fault if they weren't good enough wizards to cast a simple spell properly, but then they could ask for help instead of being a liability to everyone else! Sinead cast dark looks around the room as she bent back to her kneazle, still mindful of the steps that had been written out on the board and the fact that she wanted a good grade in all her classes.

She'd not even finished step one, though luckily the clean drapes she'd taken from the supplies had fallen under her shield charm so they wouldn't need replacing. She spread them carefully across the enclosure, before catching her kneazle and holding it firmly to her body. It wasn't going to like being fed tonic, but it would just have to put up with that before it could have any food. She pinched the sides of its upper jaw just like she had to when giving her cat pills, slipping her fingers behind its canines to lever its mouth open and dispensing three rapid drops of the tonic before the kitten could attempt to resist.

This done, she released the kneazle for a minute while she examined the feeding bottle, fishing her wand out of her robes with the other hand.
"Scourgify," she murmured, before filling it with the milk she'd collected earlier on and heating it gently. It was always so satisfying, when she could complete just little tasks like that with the magic she'd learned. That was one thing that was really great about Hogwarts- you got to use what you studied, unlike at muggle schools, where most of the subjects were only good for taking exams. Though, Sinead was a bit of an exam devotee as well.

She could only imagine that the kneazle would be keen to be fed, but it seemed a little wary of her since she'd administered the tonic- apparently not a big fan of its medication. Frowning, she waved the bottle at its face; when that didn't entice it over, she reached out and snared the kitten around the middle once more, unhooking its tiny claws from the matting to place it on her lap and thrust the bottle at its face.

Still not keen. That didn't seem healthy.
"Professor, mine won't drink the milk? Is it because it's ill or is it something to do with the bottle?" Sinead looked up, unable to raise a hand because both were occupied with the kitten.