I catch myself too often thinking that this is what it'd be like to be mauled to death in the jungle by a tiger.

Me: "Oh aren't you a cute little kitty hey?"
Tiger: *pounces*
Me: "Blurrgh oof gosh your fur is sooo soft!!"
*violently mauls with paw*
Me: "Oh wow such huge toe beans!!"
*continues violently mauling and biting*
Me: *happy gurgling sound of blood filling up my trachea*

they get cuter the more murderous intent they have

True passion. For MURDER!

This is precisely why I don’t keep any pet who is big enough for my forearm to fit comfortably between their jaws.

I love my fluffy little murderballs, but they can’t bite off any of my limbs in one fell swoop 😄

There are almost always warning signs though. Almost always...

Butt wiggle of DOOM!!!

making biscuits!