There in the bushes is a young man covered in what appears to melting yellow saran wrap or netting. He looks straight into your eyes and realizes that you see him. Instantly he begins struggling violently to escape the rubbery goo holding him. You approach confidentally.
You sniff him, he smells frightened but he also is covered with your scent. He is yours to do with as you choose. Since he's trapped, even if you aren't a cat, you decide to play with your prey.
"So little girl where are you going with that basic of goodies?"
"What? I'm not a little gir--oh, that's a line from Red Riding Hood isn't it? Good grief, you can talk!"
"Line?" you say baring your gleaming latex coated fangs.
"What? You mean like what big teeth you have grandmother?"
You take the cue and lunge on him ripping him out of his latex webbing and tearing at his clothing as your fangs bury themselves in his shoulder.