Men argue. Nature acts.
—Voltaire (1764: Philosophical Dictionary)
Yeti
A man had come into her room, unannounced and uninvited. When she’d told him in no uncertain terms with an arched back and hiss that he wasn’t welcome here, he’d ignored her. How dare he!
He’d rummaged through all of the cabinets and drawers, but seemed annoyed when she’d climbed into them herself to conduct an inspection. Hypocrite. He’d looked in the closet and under the bed. He’d even peeked into Yeti’s bags of food and litter. That’s none of your business, sir!
She’d finally run him off, swiping her claws at the back of his leg as he’d gone. Unfortunately, all she’d gotten was fabric, no skin. To make the situation more embarrassing, her claws had stuck in the material, rendering her an unwitting captive. The man had to reach down and free her claws from his pants. She’d never felt so inept and humiliated. She turned and skittered under the bed to hide her shame.