Little Ava, now rid of her hormonal sweetness, is turning out to be a regular tomboy kitten. She plays soccer, she corners poor submissive Angus, and she torments Vince through the window. And she doesn't walk anywhere. Why walk when you can run?
Vince is not pleased. "How come she gets to come inside and I don't? Just because she's a girl?"
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Poor Vince! Look at that cranky face. He is PISSED.
He's a crank all right. He's been fighting with the others outside. Taking it out on them, I suppose. One of them (Elvis Vegas) has a big sore on his foreleg--ouch!! And I can't get near enough to him to help...
Outdoor cats, heartbreaking...
Poor Elvis Vegas! That's sad.
Vince needs to chill out.
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