Tuesday, July 2, 2013


     Poor Chicken Bone, he was only trying to get a look at Goldie (the cat for whom we leave some food outside the back window). Sylvie attacked him, like it was his fault that those pesky interlopers keep coming. She yowled and swiped him with her claws on the flank. He backed away in alarm, since he knows not to get into a fight with her. Even though she is smaller, she is also much testier. Like a real woman, she reserves a right to be moody and cranky. And its amazing, how fast that plump little body can move, once she is properly enraged! 

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