The words are hollow, a meaningless threat. It’s the voice that incites Tikki to anger. The thought of some two-leg speaking to her from the safety of another room arouses her rage. She bares her fangs and roars and batters the walls with her paws. If the creature wants to speak to her, let it come and face her. She may be confined for the moment, but she is far from helpless and she will face any creature, two-leg or four, with just the weapons nature has provided her. What she will not do is listen to two-leg noise.