Now it was Misty's turn to get growled at, as Ozzy swiped his paw defensively at the spray of water. After that, he just sat there, waving his tail, staring up at her with his eyes narrowed to slits. You will meet your demise, human. Soon. "You should see him when you are not home," she mumbled, pulling out the broom. "He was on the counter again, all I did was reach out to pick him up!" Colleen peeped around the wall at Misty with a hand held up in confusion, and grimaced. "Look at him--" Colleen pointed. "Tell me he isn't looking at you like you're a snack. I don't know, shimai. Will you grab me the rubbing alcohol, please?"