my kitties....Milli is the black girl
and Crybaby is the tabby...a boy.
Crybaby thinks I am his and he is VERY jealous of me. Yesterday I was petting Milli and Crybaby (as always) was laying beside me watching...suddenly he stood up reached over and SLAPPED her across the face!! he B**** slapped her!
I fussed at him of course...
poor Milli....she is too gentle for that big ol galoot!
Milli reminds me of my old cat Algie. She was the aggressive one though. She had the heart of a lion. Once, when she was very old, my bf at the time was tickling me and playfully put a piillow over my head as I squealed. He suddenly made a noise and stopped and when I looked up he said, amazed, "Your cat attacked me. She heard you making noise and she ran up to me and just batted at me and hissed!"
My Algie was declawed.
"That scrawny little cat, I could just pick her up and wring her neck!"
I grinned, "I said she was brave, not smart."
I miss my Algie.
