I see how you look at her.
Like tuna straight from the can.
Like the lizard I played with until it died.
Like the mousie I beheaded last spring.
You, with your useless blunt teeth.
You, with your stupid sports car.
I know you want to bite her.
I know you want to scratch her.
I know you want to purr for her.
You ridiculous, furless bastard.
By my whiskers and all that is holy…
She is mine and mine alone.
YOU SHALL NOT PASS.