Lion Head Mesa Pangur Bán and I at work

Talk talk talk.
That's what all cats were full of.
Winding, meandering words that diverted from their real point and honestly became a real bore if you spoke to them often.
And this one was obviously no different.

Her ears tilted back and forth, thinking.
Cats didn't like to hurt each other. They didn't like getting dirty, and neither did Vanity really.
But he gave her a tip at least, hunting from above.
She'd seen it, but today she only realised the gravity it could give her in a fight or hunt.
"I have no doubt," she replied to his proud statement that may have also been a warning she didn't care for.

But of course, she always liked to push her boundaries further than expected.
Vanity feinted a lunge, lurching her body forwards and slapping her paws down in front of her, but made no move to actually strike the cat.