COURAGE WHEN IT COUNTS

The huge feral tom showed up, lookin’ for trouble. My big bully cat (name withheld) slinked away, leaving oldish Olivia and smallish Spunk to hold him off, which they did, ‘till Dad performed a .22 caliber intervention. Next morning, (name withheald) knew her place. Do-dah. (yes, they’re fixed; are yours?)

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