It crouches down

Back arched, fur bristling

Teeth bared in silent warning

It backs away when approached

Frantic eyes commanding you to do the same

Claws protruding in front of it

It hisses when backed into a corner

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Swipes erratically

Throat issuing a guttural howl

It sinks its teeth into your finger

Tiny pinpricks barely breaking skin

Legs scrabbling against your hand

It continues to impotently fight

Seeking the death of an imagined threat

As you return it to safety

Your hand draws back

The hisses subside

Its fur flattens back down

All is quiet