…because I found out he was a chaser.
I told him his legs are too short and that he smells like an unwashed butthole. He responded by making this face:
Was I too harsh with the putdowns?
…because I found out he was a chaser.
I told him his legs are too short and that he smells like an unwashed butthole. He responded by making this face:
Was I too harsh with the putdowns?
One of them is 15 pounds of pure, distilled bloodlust. He cowers when she gets close, and if she is on the stairs, he will whimper until one of us moves her.
He needs to stop chasing cats for his own safety because our ginger murderfloof’s rage knows no bounds, and she makes no excuses for the terror.