Congratulations, you figured out that Daddy and I share tastes of our meals with Hoomin Kitten, including meats. You've also discovered Hoomin Kitten occasionally gets her own meals (like half of a kid's taco from Moe's), and thus you lurk under her high chair in hopes of chicken, beef, or fish tidbits.
You do not have to feel any obligations to return Hoomin Kitten's favor, and feed her in turn. I know you were very proud of your "kill" (a soft, green yarn knitted ball), but you did not need to bring it into Hoomin Kitten's room and sing your victory as an offering to her. Especially not as she's in the middle of her night time bed routine, which includes a bottle.
It was very sweet, but because of you, I had to spend an extra 30 minutes wrangling the 10.5 month old daredevil trying to climb up my face to touch the curtain behind the rocking chair before she'd go to sleep. Please save your presents for Daddy and myself.