Many years ago, a friend came to visit me.
The easiest way to describe my friend is “a gentle bear”: big like a bear, but completely harmless.
We entered my room, and there was the cat sitting in a chair, grooming itself. My friend had an unfortunate trait: he physically couldn’t pass by any cat without doing some mischief to it, despite being harmless otherwise. That time, he couldn’t resist and simply slapped my grooming cat right on the face.
I immediately told my friend what I thought of him, and he replied:
“Sorry, I can’t help it. No cat has ever walked past me quietly.”
I looked at the expression on my cat’s face (“What just happened?”), smiled, and went to the kitchen to get some tea and other things.
What my friend didn’t realize was that my cat had a fighter’s spirit and never forgave offenses easily!
When I came back a couple of minutes later, I found a perfect scene: on the floor, a small cat wagging its tail, ready to pounce with a look that said, “I’m going to tear you apart,” and on the bed, my friend the bear, holding his bleeding hand and yelling, “Get this thing away from me, damn it!”
After that, he never touched the cat again—not only that, he never even came closer than a meter and always went around it in a wide circle. Don’t judge by the size!
