Mickey was the best-behaved kitten anyone had ever met. He was curious ("well, gee, they all looked so interesting! How could I put one of them back?") and playful ("aw, c'mon Riku! It's just a game of tag!") and friendly ("hi, my name's Mickey!")
But Mickey also had claws, and when they came out they gleamed and sparkled with deadly promise, though they looked almost as unthreatening as him, almost like toys...almost.
Mickey had sharp eyes and sharp teeth and sharp claws, all of it covered by soft fur and soft grins and soft eyes that masked the lion beneath.