Mess with the paw and you get the claw
It is a regular occurrence that my humans will touch my tuft through a gap at the back of the stairs while I’m sitting there minding my own. This action starts a regular game of tag, poke me and I’ll tap you back. My humans seem to forget sometimes that I have claws and they do not. More times than I can remember, I have hooked my claw into the fingers of humans, causing them to cry out in pain. That is what you get for messing with me.
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