In all his almost two centuries, ghoul attack-cat Growltiger had done a lot of things. He had killed, he had maimed, he had exsanguinated. He had acted as the world's most brutal depilatory to several unfortunate individuals. Deep in his single eye burned the manic rage of the berzerk killer. Not to mention a keen and vicious intelligence.

And yet...given the right stimulus...he was basically just a kitty.

"Mow?" came from above, a shaggy head peering out of a shattered window. "Owm?" What even was that? It appeared to be a small, fuzzy-footed set of mobile ears. Cute!

And who liked cute? MOM DID.

He leaped out of the window and kitty-parkoured his way to the ground, ears pricked. "Mrrrrew?"