if you're only seven pounds and you're spitting mad that someone else is on your pool deck, you puff up to as big as you can get . . . even though you are tiny . . . and go on the attack even though your adversary weighs 22 pounds. do you stop there? no, you attack again and again and again.
if your food gatherers are mightily delayed because they are soaking up the evening shade on the pool deck instead of feeding you when you think you need to be fed?? you relieve yourself in the very spot your mama sits on her bed so she is sure to notice.
free cats. one night only.
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The things our wee ones have to do to get our attention! Being a tiny kit is haaaard, y'all!!
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