The last thing the cat had been ready for was to get kicked at like some mangy animal while it was in the middle of its meal. Generally it would have been able to tell when someone was coming, but certain patients seemed particularly fast...

Wally's foot caught the beast in its side, causing it to cry out in ear-piercing pain as it turned itself around on top of Matthew's body (not taking care to retract its claws as it situated itself) so that it was properly facing its new attacker.

This was going to be a harder mark; it could already tell. But with the first one already down for the count as far as the cat concerned, doing the same to another patient just equaled a larger meal. Hissing threateningly, it sprung off of Matthew's body in order to pounce the newcomer.