[Vash scoops up his coat as soon as the tiger is away from it. He had noticed the green watch on the cat's wrist, but for now cares little about it.
He stares the cat down and works on slowly backing up towards his door. You already got his roast beef, he's not giving up his ham! ...or his turkey cold cuts.]
[Action]
He stares the cat down and works on slowly backing up towards his door. You already got his roast beef, he's not giving up his ham! ...or his turkey cold cuts.]
Go on, kitty. SHOO!