Benjy painfully untangled himself from Grass' claws and shifted the kitten around awkwardly, as if he'd never seen such a creature before in his life. Grass nuzzled at his hand, demanding to be pet. "Uhhh. Celia?" Benjy asked, pushing Grass away again. "I think your cat's bipolar."
He reached for a napkin to use to staunch the minor bleeding from his arm, then noticed the distinct lack of chocolate chip pancakes on his plate. "Celia, did you just eat my breakfast?"