by SentientPillow

There was something moving beneath the sheet, making odd little
noises. Spot eyed it, ears twitching, waiting for an opportune moment.
Finally, she stuck out her paw, claws sinking into her prey.

Geordi yelped and lifted his head. "Spot!" He glared at the cat, who
looked back at him smugly. "I'm telling you Data, that cat has it in
for me."

Data peered at the cat, tilting his head to the side. "I believe she
is simply hungry, Geordi. I have not yet fed her. Come, Spot." He
scooped Spot up into his arms.

Geordi sighed and examined his wound.