This story suddenly reminds me of a time as a kid when I was wrestling with my dad. You see, he had this appetite for kid arms. Sometimes at the the dinner table, he'd take his fork and stab my arm to check it's tenderness and ask if it was ready yet. So we're wrestling, and he chomps on my arm. One of our cats happened to be lying next to me on the couch, and after a couple bites followed by me yelling, she started biting my hand or other arm close to her. He'd bite, I'd yell, she'd bite. It got to be very funny, and I wasn't sure if it was that she was cueing off my dad (seemingly apparent by her pause, look at my dad, then bite), that I was yelling close to her ear, or both.