Saturday, June 10, 2006

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.

-Abraham Lincoln

Poor Mylo. Look at Oliver, the little guy hovering there in mid-air, that claw outstretched aimed at the middle of the old man's neck.

This seems to be Oliver's newest past time, fucking with the old guy Mylo. It goes on all through the night. I have been awakened twice this week by them fighting.

I am glad to see Mylo get his blows in. I bet the old man is a little overwhelmed and quite pissed off. He really is just trying to get used to the new house.

Eventually these two will be best friends and gang up on the unsuspecting Griffin.

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