So you're wondering why this is a war, aren't you? Well… It all started in a room with glass walls. This room is at an animal shelter. I was so scared. On the other side of the glass walls were those hairless creatures. What do you call them? Oh yeah, hoomins. Well, those hoomins were tiny and loud smearing their faces on the walls yelling, “I WANT DAT ONE I WANT DAT ONE!!!!!!!!”. It was getting annoying. So when a hoomin came in screaming “AWWWWW,” I hissed. One day, a tiny hoomin ran in. “AWWWWW MOMMY CAN WE GET THIS ONE?” The taller hoomin told her no but she started to squeeze me tighter. I screamed for a worker hoomin and they came running in, trying to yank me away from the tiny hoomin. That hoomin wouldn't let go. All of a sudden, I was getting angry. I felt a roar building up inside of me. I felt like a mighty sabertooth, opening up my huge jaw. I dug my sharp teeth in the hoomin's hand so hard that that hoomin started to bleed. They dropped me and ran, screaming. I trotted back to the cat post and groomed my paw. I was so proud of myself that I started to purr. After the hoomins walked away, I settled down for a nap.
