dyto lounged spread out comfortably on his king size bed, feeling light as a feather on the 300 count fine linen sheets."The only thing that could make this moment better," he thought, "would be mango joining me in this bliss." he called out the name of his adorable, little orange angel. moments later, a blur of fur appeared at the foot of the bed. before dyto could react, he felt pinpricks of blood forming at his ankle. "that son of a btch!" he exclaimed. His wonderful, beautiful, perfect baby had just raked his claws through his skin. Mango had scratched him! And it damn hurt! Rapidly Dyto's brain jumped from 0 to 100, he would need stitches! What if it got infected? What if he had to have his leg Amputated?! His perfect languid evening was ruined!