"HEADON apply directly to the forehead!"
Pouncival's eyes scrunched up and he curled tighter into a ball. Something was being very obnoxious, and he disliked that. He was trying to sleep.
"HEADON apply directly to the forehead!"
He growled and dug his claws into the couch cushion, muttering 'shut up' under his breath. Why did it keep repeating that in that annoying voice? Who spoke like that, anyway? Or was it more than one person-
"HEADON apply directly to the forehead!"
"SHUT UP!" He finally yelled, digging at the couch cushion with his claws.
"HEADON apply-"
That. Was. IT. Without looking, he abruptly turned and took a flying leap at the offender. Claws out, it was the perfect attack pose.
Then he realized just what he was about to ram into.
He screeched and tried to avoid it but it was too late.
He made contact head-first with the TV screen.
Crumpling to the floor, he lay where he was, groaning. Well, at least that grating voice had finally shut up. Though this headache he felt coming on wouldn't do him any good. While he was getting to his feet his human walked into the room and started laughing.
"Head on collision?"
Pouncival groaned and just let himself fall over.