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Gee, Wally…

June 20, 2012
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I can hear it from here.  I don’t even have to go into the next room to witness it, because the same thing happens nearly every night.

Doctor Love is playing the pesky little brother and picking fights with Agent Mooshie, who does not hesitate to clean the little brat’s clock.  It’s not the squalling of a full-fledged cat fight; it’s the whiny fussing of a cat crying uncle…only to do the same thing again a minute later.

For this my red rug will be covered in tufts of white and pale gray fur tomorrow, which reveals exactly which cat got the stuffin’s kicked out of him.

And fully deserved it.

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