At the time, Jake thought he was under attack. His machete popped into his hand and he thrust forward with all his might. It was only when he recognized two familiar yellow eyes in the middle of this gigantic hairball that he finally understood who he was dealing with.
At the last moment, he pulled back his weapon and opened his arms to receive his " pet " in his arms. Bad idea.
On impact, his lungs emptied out and he was pinned to the ground like a three year old child being tackled by a 100kg adult American footballer. Moreover, his cat's fur, far from being soft and comfy, gave him the strong impression of bumping into a wall of brambles. Extremely painful!
Jake, who was trying to make sense of the situation, fully flexed his muscles to free himself, but a huge, rough tongue, abrasive enough to scrape the coral under the hull of a liner with a single stroke, savagely licked his face.
