“She thinks she’s a Komodo dragon. One bite and she’ll get to watch me die a horrible and painful death,” I say as I try to hold out the pork again. She growls at it as I look at Gabriel, who is clearly trying to come up with another excuse for his precious feline. “You moved too fast.” “I’ll show you what she wants,” I say as I pick up the steak knife and hold it out to her with the handle aimed at her. She sets her paw right on top of it. “Thumbs. She wants thumbs so she can hold this knife and shiv me while I sleep.”
