A Friendly Spar

I caught sight of bone shark nudging its sharp nose right against the edge of the small cat's fleece canopy. That was crossing the line, even for a pal. I marched over, planted my clawed feet into the rug, and delivered a solid thud with my shoulder plates against its sleek side. Bone shark swiveled instantly, whipping its broad tail fin back to challenge me. We locked together, shoving and circling over the carpet in a sturdy wrestling match. Once I saw the small cat wake up and watch us with curious eyes, totally safe, I let out a satisfied grunt and shoved bone shark back into the open floor.