We want to wish all our furriends a most wonderful weekend.
Ok, so DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING you are about to read. I mean it. It wasn't me. I.. uhhh.. I'm pretty sure it was Not Me, posing as my orange clone. Really, look at this sweet face, would I do anything bad, like EVER???
Ha. Our furriends are TOO SMART to fall for that line, orange beastie boy.
So here is what happened - yesterday I was all
happy and content and snuggled into my little house.
The one that fits me purrfectly, and was a gift from my Brody. Toby comes marching over and ATTACKS me! He even tore apart my house (mom had to go into the remodeling business to fix it), and chased me under the bed. Meanie. Naturally, Mom stepped in to save me.
Toby: I was defending my territory. There was an ebil introoder kitteh out there! Oh wait, that wasn't me, that was Not Me Orange Clone. But I was the one who saw the introoder, so somewhere along the line N M O C took over... ::sees the frosty stares of two females:: err.... umm.... I think I need to go... do some- (Toby dashes off to safety in an undisclosed location).
Mom's turn:
Unfortunately, there are some outside cats that roam here. A really beautiful black cat hangs out nearby, and he/she stopped to see Toby behind the sliding glass door. I came in, the other cat ran, Toby was full of a bad case of redirected aggression. And sought out my tiny Leia, who is less than half his size. With the help of a pillow, I get him out of the bedroom so she can recover herself. But he's still mad, and unsure what to do with his furry fury, and I'm mad because he attacked Leia with no warning. He literally ran into the living room to find her so he could beat her up.
None of us had a good morning.
