If my alien overlord plucked me out of my suburban castle, packed me into a coffin, and shot me out into space, I would be screaming “fuuuuck!” as well. Even if he was taking me for a well-intentioned colonoscopy or quantum field attunement or something.
This is a crisis in my house right now. We adopted a trio of siblings when they were kittens and they have mostly got along great. But there have now been two incidents when the big orange male drew blood from his calico sister. The first went unnoticed at first and developed into a full infection requiring surgery and a drain tube and weeks in the cone, all for poor little innocent calico sister. Then again recently he cut a long slice down the bridge of her nose that made it look like her face was about to fly off her skull like a rubber band snapping. In between all this: months and years of cuddling and play. Now we’re sitting here wondering if it is responsible to wait for a third episode.