Well, I thought that since Kahlua's been doing well on the leash, it might be safe to try letting her run loose in the apartment for the short time it would take me to zip down to the office's little laundry room, throw in a load of towels, and zip back.

...I was wrong.

As I got back to my place, I could already hear it through the door. "Rrrrrroooooowwwwwlllll!" I opened the door in time to see a poofy Zelda leap to the top of the recliner. And then from the bedroom a poofy, growling, spit-covered Mowgli comes barreling at full speed with a poofy and triumphant Kahlua on his heels.

I came to the Mowgster's rescue and scooped up Kahlua, and noticed that she had a nice bit of orange caught in her claws.

Well, at least no one was bleeding.

...can I sweettalk anyone into a slightly territorial torbie lovebug?