Damien grabbed the cat, lifted her, and brought her in for a hug.
The cat was having none of it.
After a quick warning meow, the cat’s claws extended. Damien didn’t notice, or didn’t care. He kept bringing the cat closer to his face. The cat wriggled, and still Damien pulled her in. The cat twisted radically, seeking some means of escape, but Damien’s grip wouldn’t allow it.
The cat sunk her claws into Damien’s clothes, scraping at his coverings, trying to get to the skin. Still, Damien brought the cat closer.
Finally, the cat did the only thing she could. She sunk her teeth into Damien’s ear, then his neck. The taste of blood filled her mouth, and she kept biting and chewing until Damien finally released her.
“What a good kitty you are!” Damien said, smiling at her. She looked back at him, coughed up a hairball, and left, disgusted.