[John hisses right back at Berit, abandoning his efforts to bite Sherlock's shoe laces. His tail fluffs up again, and he dodges back from the other cat.]
He's mine, too, you selfish prat!
[If Berit tries to attack him again, John's not going to be able to hold back the instinct to strike back at her, batting her away or trying to wrestle with her.]
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He's mine, too, you selfish prat!
[If Berit tries to attack him again, John's not going to be able to hold back the instinct to strike back at her, batting her away or trying to wrestle with her.]