… and then came chet…

december 7, 2011

tiny was a-snooze next to me, and the pooper was manning his post — at my feet.

and then chet came to investigate.

the tiny cat doesn’t like the dogs; i don’t know if she’s afraid of them necessarily, but they’re SO much bigger than she is, so i can understand her hesitation with wanting to befriend them. instead, she hisses at them — and runs… even if she’s curled up next to mom.

this particular night left me with a few scratches from tiny’s freddy krueger-like razor claws. sigh.

 

 

 

 

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