Flurry of Claws and Teeth

Just walked to the kitchen and refreshed my beverage with the Fuzzy Yellow Fellow curled in my arm as if utterly asnooze. Managed the refill and sat back down at the desk. Then tried to move my arm out from under him -- flurry of claws and teeth! How dare I remove myself from the full cuddling position! (Never breaks the skin, though.)

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