"You still don't do that to animals, you cunt," Caitlin spat, "If it's not your fucking pet, leave it the fuck alone." But no, Sasha was some dumbass who thought that there being a cat meant that he could do whatever he wanted. Not asking if the cat belonged to anyone, not that she belonged to anyone. He instead went and bought a god damn bonnet and shoved it on an unwilling victim.
They were gonna find out how fragile his face was. Caitlin was now keenly aware of the tail that acted like a fifth limb with the dexterity of an arm. With a snarl she was in the air and mindful of the tail. It was fast but she was fast too, and she was gonna return that yank he gave her in kind.
And then she was gonna fuck up that face of his and leave him crying for weeks after. And if that wasn't enough, she was gonna do a lot worse.