The white dudes have this game they play, where Cotton gets revved up and running around the house at top speed. Winter jumps in and plants himself in Cotton's way, and they play chicken to see who moves or changes course first. This has resulted in many a good natured collision over the years, but never any injuries. Today, blood was drawn.
The littlest dude is being surprisingly stoic. He shook it off, and after getting cleaned up and swabbed with Neosporin, he went back down to the end of the hall to reenact his impression of a bowling ball.
Winter the cat is not accepting responsibility. He says his claws were only drawn to help him grip the carpet, and it's part of the game. He has requested, however, that the littlest dude take his turn at being the pin for once.
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