So, as you can see, being a lycanthrope does require an element of tactful diplomacy and a certain amount of planning, hence the well-stocked repository, an up to date list of who's in town (it wouldn't do to bite the head off a visiting dignitary), and the publication of a monthly time-table detailing who'll be out hunting and when. That way, if you got yourself all chewed up by Big Bailey, you only had yourself to blame.
There's also the added hazard of having to take your chances against Noggin.
As far as the mad moggy is concerned, it matters not one jot how many teeth you have or how big you are, if he thinks you're hunting on his turf, it's OUCH! time.
The friendly, neighbourhood vampire cat is a bit on the possessive side, you see and thus considers almost every piece of meat wit
