It was hard to avoid the prodding stick that kept coming through the bushes. Soon, it had pricked just about every cat, and that was when my owners decided to look in the bush for me. Why were they here? They hated me! When my male owner looked under the bush, he was greeted by a spitting Mousewhisper. That was when we charged. The entire den's occupants sprang from the bushes and attacked my owners.