November 19th 2012 10:36 pm
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Yesterday when mum came home from work she opened my door so I could have my run outdoors - but what was that? A bad cat in MY garden. I gave my fiercest growl and puffed my tail up so I would look enormous and very frightening.
He didn't look too worried.
Mum says something about discretion being the greater part of valour and and the advice from my Catster pals yesterday was to avoid a fight. I decided I would play indoors for the evening. But what to do?
Then there was a nudge at my heels. "I'm a big, scary cat," said Josie. "Chase me". We were off. We ran in every room in the flat, we bounced off every surface, sometimes I chased and sometimes Josie chased and it was brilliant. Mum only came out at the really big crashes and we didn't break anything. Soon I didn't care about the bad cat at all.
I cared even less when mum was on her puter and she said I was a Daily Diary Pick again. I bet bad cat never was one!
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Congrats on the DDP! Glad you had fun with your sister!
Toby you was prolly smart to jus' play inside. My sisfur play with me sumtimes but my doggy brofur & me plays lotsa times. Too bad you don' hasa doggy brofur. Maybe you can ask Sanna Claws fur one?
Word from the wise mate. Only fight if it's totally necessary. Fighting can hurt you and your mum's bank account if you get hurt and need to go to the vet.
My comment disappeared! Congrats on your ddp. Sisters are fun but emotionally and physically fragile, that why I beat up on my brother.