I can almost feel the gaze of the beast upon me as it lurks in the darkness, just out of my sight. My muscles tense as I peer from side to side, but to no avail. The second pass by like hours as I wait for the inevitable strike. After several minutes, nothing happens, and I start to relax my guard. Only then does the gray and white blur burst from the shadows, its paw streaking through the air toward my leg. The claws, as always, are only partially extended. It's little more than a pinprick as it hits my leg.