Wrath of the Nekomata
It was breakfast time. Predicatably, Miroku groped Sango and was slapped. Shippo tried to steal Inuyasha's ramen and was punched in the head for it. Inuyasha, in turn, was sat as punishment. Meanwhile, Kilala lay complacently by the extinct fire.
After their disorderly meal, the entire group went to a village to find demonslaying work. Here, Kilala chose to perch on the veranda overlooking the headman's garden. Warm sunshine beat down on her head and warmed her ears.
Kilala purred her contentment when what should interrupt it but a shrill yip. Kilala slowly opened her red eyes to the sight of a puppy wagging its tail. She promptly shut her eyes again.
"Yip," the young puppy repeated running around in circles. Kilala opened her eyes once more.
"Be quiet," she hissed in cat language. The puppy only grew more excited. It barked.
Kilala groaned and shifted her weight. At last she could stand it no more and her eyes flung open. The incensed nekomata transformed. The puppy's barks ceased into a wailed garble as Kilala gave it swap to the head with her paw. Meanwhile, every one of her friends watched in astonishment from the veranda.
"Did you just see that?" Kagome mused. "I never would have thought Kilala could get angry."
"The pup just got what was coming to him," Inuyasha said sagely. "I got the same treatment when I interrupted her frolic in a meadow of catnip." Inuyasha rubbed his own head tenderly at the memory.