My grandmother’s old cat would do this to the dogs behind the fence. They’d yap and snarl and jump. He’d prowl, look calmly down at them a bare wiskerlength from certain death. Then he’d spit on them.
My grandmother’s old cat would do this to the dogs behind the fence. They’d yap and snarl and jump. He’d prowl, look calmly down at them a bare wiskerlength from certain death. Then he’d spit on them.