I have a gentle, sweet disposition.
I’ve been known to expose my claws on occasion, but they retract quickly enough. But for the most part I am a harmless fluffy kitten that fails miserably at intimidation. Ah, well. Nobody’s perfect.
That wholesome, slightly exotic but mostly friendly girl next door look has seduced some into believing me a pushover, as well as a kind heart.
Men question the lack of jealousy. Women try to rouse it from me (and succeed in small part). I went through a recent experimentation with jealousy and snapped at the unfortunate soul who attempted to play games with me.
But truthfully, it’s more funny than anything. Really. You think you can step in between my master and myself? You believe that you can get in get him to leave me for you? The mother of his children couldn’t (God knows she’s a monster, but she is the mother of his children). My little ones will plot your murder if they think you are trying to hurt me (just kidding. mostly. I hope.)
What on earth makes you think you have some special leverage?
But go on, do try. Please. I could use a laugh to help me sleep at night. Been a little stressed and on edge. Mocking idiots like you will help relieve that stress.
Wanna give it a shot?