"Told you, Dad."

I sat with my freshly captured prey on my lap, and smugly explained to her, "people with tails should not run away from people with hands." And she sat there, all catlike and pretty, and even purred, and waited till I relaxed my grip, then she tore away from me, gracing me with a glance over her shoulder, and told me, "people with skin shouldn't pull people with claw's tails." And Mr. Wilson watched, and when I finished dressing my wounds said,

"told you so, Dad."