I can’t tear away from this cat. Toodles is the lazy one, but he bends low like he’s stalking a rat. “I’m not easy prey,” I warn him. He slowly extends a white paw, creeping towards me. “I’m not.” I’m not. He’s gonna pounce. I let out a gnarled groan. “You know, pussies and I have a longstanding history, and they usually love me.” My voice rises. He hisses. “What? You don’t like being called a pussy? It’s what you are, man. A pussy cat. Look in the mirror.”
