Discipline
A cold nose pressed firmly against the back of his calf, pleading for goodies, and a faint rumble started deep in the young lion's throat---what passed for a whine among the feline set.
"No, Cerberus!" Clow reprimanded, and waved him away from the dinner table. The lion glared at the party, then slunk off.
"You have to be firm." He explained to his guests. "If you don't get them early, they'll walk all over you..."
A loud roar, and the entire table tipped over as Cerberus pounced out of nowhere, snatching the ham.
It was, Clow reflected, entirely too late for that one.