Sophie Sullivan gripped the door with one hand, the other braced against the doorframe. "You, a sick cat, think you can act tough in front of me? Believe it or not, I could kill you and make you into soup!"
Harry stared at her with its big eyes. After a moment, it padded softly to her feet, nibbled the hem of her skirt, and tugged at it, trying to pull her outside.
"You little rascal! Like master, like pet. You're just as much of a scoundrel as he is!"
Sophie angrily dangled Harry in mid-air by the scruff of its neck, tugged its whiskers, and showered it with disdain.
The nurse at her side broke out in a cold sweat; Sophie was the only one who dared to rebuke the Young Master like that.
Harry hung its head, its ears drooping dejectedly.
"Get out, now! Understand?"
The pitiful Harry wagged its tail. Sophie swung her hand, and Harry flew through the air in a perfect arc.
"MEOW!"
Harry managed to land safely. Sophie waved her hand. "Don't come bothering me."
