I wish it would go this well in my home. Instead, Larry, the huge very strangely muscled and overly large orange psycho, goes fukin nuts. And then he attacks the other cat and me.
I’ve had to establish come discipline. I wore my motorcycle armor and gloves to do it.
Larry has some things to work out.
The outside kitty seems to be less inclined to investigate.
Fukin hell. I just want to sleep. And you know, not be bleeding.