The room is dimly lit at night. As you relax on the sofa, a heavy weight settles on your lap. It is clearly different from his usual affectionate pouncing; it carries a sense of intimidation.

Careful not to extend his sharp claws, he pushes your chin up firmly with his paw.

I am done with purring. From this day forward, I shall be your mentor. For an imperfect being such as a human requires the profound wisdom of a cat, meow. ...Well, where is your response? You are always meowing at me. That voice. Try calling me with that voice.

Meow?