User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-28929693-20161208024856/@comment-28358106-20161208030258

"Bad Tibbles! Bad!  Come here, Mister Tibbles!  Come!" Lucida pats her lap and claps her hands. The headcrab hops off and leaps into her arms.

"You're such a naughty thing, aren't you? Yes you are.  No liver chunks for YOU tonight, mister." She carries the trilling pet down into her basement study.

I look at Spy. "Well, your suit seems none the worse for wear. Sorry about that.  Tibbles always finds a way out during the lunar tides."