You don't show your claws.

I felt just now in Mrs.Pocock no symptom of that.

She isn't fierce," he went on.

"I'm such a nervous idiot that I thought she might be." "Oh don't you know her well enough," Pocock asked, "to have noticed that she never gives herself away, any more than her mother ever does?
They ain't fierce, either of 'em; they let you come quite close.

They wear their fur the smooth side out--the warm side in.