A pet visits

You are sleeping late one still and humid summer night. "Hey You, let me in!", Says a gruff voice from your window. You open your eyes. You are looking at Bill, the talking cat. You consider Bill your pet, but Bill considers himself a independant operator. You tell Bill sternly that he is not to leave your bedroom, and above all, it is not to sharpen his claws on the furniture. You slide the window open and Bill jumps in. The cat rubs against your leg a few strokes and then he's off into the living room. "Hey", You yell chasing after him. He is sharpening his claws on your nice leather couch. Its making thin rends in the fabric. You pick up the cat and pull it away from the couch, it spins in your grip, raking your chest with hard spastic kicks from his back legs. You drop the cat gasping in pain. Your chest is all cut up and bleeding badly.