[yeah yeah he's the one talking about it, so if the furfly came by because its ears were burning, that's on him. That is, if it even has ears. As it drifts closer, it's easy to see that it's just a floating ball of shaggy, purple fur and a pair of beady black eyes - nothing that resembles a mouth or literally anything else. Definitely not as cute as a furball ought to be.]

Every time I see the damn thing, I still have to squash down the instinct to attack it. They're persistent predators back home, not pets.