This time I really am going to kill my humanoid. She gives us the cruel and unusual punishment. I am a hunter, a night stalker with my handsome body flexing it's powerful muscles. I see my prey and know that in mere seconds, I will decapitate it's twitcy little head from it's hoppy little wings. I know this. I crouch low, my impressive belly slinking across the floor, my perfectly pointed ears laying flat so as not to give away a hint of my deadly approach. I signal the idiot with a soft clicking and immediately, the idiot is beside me, flanking me in the beta position, where he knows he belongs. The idiot may be an idiot, but he is very fast and has the lightning reflexes. I will take him into battle and if we win, his speed will be my secret weapon. If we lose, I know he will be eaten first. We move stealthily into position, watching the little hoppy flyer eat. The humanoid keeps putting little seeds out there; I assume it is to lure little hoppy into a trap. The idiot and I prepare our assault. My massive hindquarters twitch. We lunge, knowing victory is surely at hand....and SMASH! Right into that godforsaken glass panel!!! I roar in frustration!! I HATE THE HUMANOID!! She did that on purpose, bringing in the little hoppy flyer, baiting it to come closer not in a trap for us, but to humiliate us! The resounding thud scares the little hoppy piece of excrement away! DAMN IT!! So close, humanoid, so close, and yet you continue to torment me, here in my gilded cage. You dull my senses with persuasive treats, drugs and amusing objects. You lull me into complacency with soft furniture and unwanted affection. I am a killing machine!!! Lo, my claws will rend you, and my abundant girth will overpower you, and my handsomeness will take your breath away. Why, humanoid, why do you continue your abuse, tempting me with outsideness? Someday...someday soon, humanoid, will be the reckoning, and I shall indeed be victorious!!! But for now I must go........my face hurts.