Grimalkins Don't Purr
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The Grimalkin tensed under my hand.
“What are you doing?” He nearly spun his head off his shoulders, goggling at the fingers sunk into his fur.
“I’m petting you. See?” I ran my hand down his back.
“Why? Why are you doing that?” He arched into my touch, but his tail had other ideas. It swished like a viper attacking prey.
“It’s what people do. Relax.”
His toes kneaded the ground, displaying inch-long claws sharpened to wicked points. It was amusing to see the contrary emotions warring within him. I stroked him from the crown of his head to the base of his tail. I was pushing my luck and I knew it. Willow, my gray cat, normally let me get in three-point-two pets exactly before she’d turn on me.
I got in one more stroke before he hissed and sunk teeth into my hand. He didn’t break the skin. It was a warning shot. Then he stalked off to wash my scent off his fur.
“Why do you taunt him?” Mason asked.
”Because it’s so much fun.”