Being of a relaxed nature I was taking 40 winks and dreaming about a great chase. I accept that I was doing so on my seating place of choice which the Longlegs sometimes occupy, when I was turfed out by my The Him. I shall remember to repay that slight sometime.
So, I decide to resume my rest on the arm of the seating place. One of the visitors started to stroke me which was acceptable and even pleasant. I opened my eyes to see whom and that was my mistake. Thinking I was now awake and should be in playful mode she started to wiggle her fingers back and forth across my face. Then she started to run them across the arm as though they were a rustling thing. That was her mistake.
Playing along with her game I pounced. This is where I realised she didn't have a superior at home for she had no speed. When I pounced the fingers were still there and my claws sank in. There was a deafening squeal and the fingers withdrew rapidly. However my claws were still attached and thinking she was still playing my teeth followed, getting a better grip than my claws.
Another squeal and the fingers flew into the air making me lose my grip. I could see a series of red dots running along the fingers and on one a tip with a red set also. I decided to move and slowly slid off the arm of the seating place to the floor. I looked up at the squealer and said she shouldn't play with me if she didn't want me to play too and left the room.
When I returned later to give permission to my The Her to stroke me, the squealer didn't want to play and had her fingers wrapped in white.
I can always tell when someone doesn't have the company of a superior to guide them.