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Mine is more evil than yours.......he was a feral kitten just barely old enough to eat solids.
Now, one year later, he thinks its fun to dash in front of my feet and try to trip me.
It worked once last month. I broke my little toe, and after filling the house with words not fit for human ears, tried to find the little bastiid.....surprise, he was gone. Didn't come out of his hidey hole for hours.
I can't put on my shoes until I'm out of the house. Shoes on means immediate attacking with claws and teeth on my lower legs. Of course, the water bottle I squirt him with is nowhere around.
I keep threatening him with "the needle" but does he listen?? Nooooo......
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