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Fat Poo is a wuss!
And I've decided that she's just a big fat
hypochondriac!
She
pretends to wait for me to go outside if
it's dark just so she can protect me!
Ha......she waits for me so I can protect
her!
Last night there was a fight. She was out there
in the dark being very brave. I knew it was her
because
of all the yowling and screaming
(very vocal is Fat Poo!) When she finally came inside
(she
likes to go and sulk for awhile after a scrap!) she was
limping. (again!)
I have never
ever known a cat to get bitten on
the feet every time she has a fight. Honestly,
I think she must try and stuff her
feet down her
opponents throat in an effort to suffocate
them!
The limping is a strange thing. It's that special
limp
that allows you to race across the yard for
breakfast but doesn't allow you to put your foot
to the floor once breakfast
has been eaten.
You also have to hop around the house looking
sad and spend the entire next day sleeping on
the bed.
(Yes, I haven't been able to make
the bed,
Fat Poo's not well don't you know?!!!)
Guess I better get out the collodial silver
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