As usual, Balor was snoozing in his bush when Finn padded up. Starting awake at his name, he glared at the intruder who had interrupted his doze.
"Why would I do that?" he grunted bad-temperedly, blinking sleep from his eyes. He wasn't a social cat. Having friends meant you had to see bad things happen to them. It was much better to live alone. @
~dust~