This prompt was "Stealing"

Ralph's morning routine was pretty set. One point of that was grabbing a nice Latte Macchiato on his way to work, of course always at the same place.
He was a cat of habits, and it annoyed him to no end when this whole routine was disturbed.

That of course doesn't mean he had ways of coping with interruptions, mostly in a way that led to a swollen cheetah gut. He was not one of those that would only eat others in secret. Maybe it was socially shunned to do it in the plain open, but Ralph simply didn't care.

Today his morning was interrupted by something uttlery cliché and it made him rather furious at first. There was a little queue at his favorite coffee shop to begin with. And even though the queue was moving steadily, his mood dropped instantly.
It got worse when the person in front of him turned out to be a literal Karen of the worst sort. She was a lean doe, dressed in a suspectedly very fashionable coat, a big handbag over her shoulder with big fat golden rings and other bling bling to it. She behaved like she owned the place and nothing the fennec behind the counter did was good enough.
She behaved very condescending, complained about the most little things, complained about the prices, asked for changes all the time and never ever stopped phoning at the same time.

Ralph cleared his throat prominently wich made the woman turn around and snap at him aggressively. Ralph started to growl but she just turned around again and snapped at the poor fennec Barista and demanded a new cup, just because she didn't like the handwriting.

Attacking Ralph and then turn away was her last failure though. Ralph just grapped her throat, yanked her backwards into his open maw.
"How da...*" was the last thing the world ever heard of the doe, and soon enough some long, hooved legs slid down Ralph's thoat.
As he shut his mouth with clicking teeth and sent the hooves down his gullet.

He patted his now swollen and wiggling gut and looked at the menu.
"Hmmmmm...
Cant decide...
I'll just have what Karen here took:"

The fennec wasn't having it, much to Ralph's surprize.

"I lost track on how often that has happened! I am pretty well capable of dealing with such people, thankyouverymuch!
Stop stealing my customers!"

Then he grumbled something and pushed former Karen's mug a bit towards Ralph.
"That makes eight Euro fifty."

Ralph gave a ten Euro bill.
"Here, no need to be angry. Keep the change."

He reached for the mug and couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the name.

Karen. For real.