John hissed back at the cat, swinging a foot at it and making it take off into the bedroom. The claw marks on his face stung, but only made him angrier.
"You think that, but that's how insidious he is. He's a deceitful liar, making people think he was something he wasn't," John snarled, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You should do as I say! If you don't respect my word then you don't respect me! A wife's place is in her husband's home, obeying his will!" He was starting to rant now, reverting back to his archaic attitudes towards social standing.