Keep Your Distance

Growlithe's stupid plastic snout was practically pressed against my terrarium when I woke up. Unacceptable. He was looming over the lid like he owned Barnaby and Reginald's space. I let out a sharp huff, charged two paces forward, and swung my front paw right into his painted flank. The smack made a sharp click across the desk. Growlithe skidded a couple inches backward, knocking over a dry highlighter before stopping. Good. Keep your distance. I nudged a spare paperclip right across the newly cleared border to mark where he isn't allowed to cross.