Mandrake talks about cats. Reminded me of a story a friend of mine told me.
When they were still kids, she and her sister once found this cat and made a nice little cote for the poor little bugger. They found some clothe and made it into something like a bed, made sure the sweet old thing was absolutely comfortable.
They sang a lullaby and stroke the cute kitty gently and it purred warmly before going into a blissful slumber.
Then with mischief, strength and violence you’ll never know existed in them, they flipped the dang thing over.
