One of the cats was scratching and crying at my bedroom door at three-thirty this morning, disturbing what was one of the few decent night’s sleep I’ve had this week, so I slithered out of bed and across the floor, extruded an oily tentacle thin enough to easily slide under the door and snag one of his feet to keep him from running away, then teleported through the door and transmogrified into a ravenous bugblatter beast and diced the cat into bite-sized kibble using my gaping mass of slavering fangs. Revenge is delicious.