The beast bristled in demoniac wrath, spat with malignant venom, and shot out its claws.

If I had touched it my hand would have been torn to shreds.

I have never seen a more malevolent, fierce, spiteful, ill-conditioned brute in my life.

My feelings being somewhat hurt, and my nerves a bit shaken, I retreated hastily.
"Now look," said Lola Brandt.
With absolute fearlessness she went up to the cage, opened it, took the unresisting thing out by the scruff of its neck, held it up like a door-mat, and put it on her shoulder, where it forthwith began to purr like any harmless necessary cat and rub its head against her cheek.

She put it on the floor; it arched its back and circling sideways rubbed itself against her skirts.
She sat down, and taking the brute by its forepaws made it stand on its hind legs.