Yo, Andy & Trev ~ Me again, Boots, the HE Kat (or at least I used to be a he kat) ~

Dad wasn't too sure about the boy/gurl things? when I arrived, since I was so small. I got the unisex name 'count of the two white feet and legs inna back and the white toes up front. Plus I got a reely great set of all white whiskers to stand out against the black face and body. The White Coat's office gurl said they'd make a reservation for a fixin' and decide what flavor I was when I got there. When they got done with me I had lost alotta fur and my rear end was being held together with some string. Dad alluz sez I'll never miss what I lost cuz I'm never, ever allowed outside. Closest I get to an outie is a ride to the White Coat's place for ouwie shots or to the Fire Station for another ouwie at the county rabies klinik.

You guys should ask your Mom to ease up on readin' your mail. Part of "gettin' along" wiffa Dawg is to make sure the durn Mutt knows enough ta keep his paws an toofs offen you Kiddies. Since every Mutt ever built seemed to come with a pre-programmed desire to cause grief and great bodily harm to all members of the Kat Fambly, youse guys should otta be allowed to start his attutide readjustment before any kats get hurt. And if Mom gives you too much static, sign up fer your own UserName an' post on your own.

So you understand that my tips akshoolee work, lemmie tell you about this morning's events at Phred's Ranch... Seems dear ol' Dad decided the SmudgePot mutt was actin' purtdy well inna house so's the Mutt dint get tied to the bed wiffa leash last nite. Course nobody bothers ta tell yours truly the Kat that the lil' Wild Indian isn't secured. I trots inta the bunkroom this AM to jump up onna winno sill and watch the burds inna back yard, knowing I can travel unner the head of the bed without gettin' within leash-reach of the Mutt. So what happens? Go ta sit me butt down and *schlurrrp* - I gets a butt lick from the SmudgeMutt, standin' unner the winno! I *screamed* and left the room inna hurry, but since I started early training on the Mutt, he wisely jumped back onna bed and dint give chase. After my heart stopped goin' *ker-thumpety-thump* I snuck back to see how that coulda happened. Jumped onna bed, klaw-razors at the ready and my best toofy *grinnn* flashing for botha the Mutts ta see, and *YIPES!* the liddel Mutt ain't tied! Me heart was goin' *ker-thumpety-thump-thump* this time, but I stood my ground wiffa low *Growllll* and woke Dad up by standin' on his tummy. He kinda *squiggled* around and made a liddel spot for me and gave me a rub. SmudgePot just looked at me an' laid back down onna bed. Fear of the Kat's superior weapons put him rite in his place!

So ya see, Guys, a small amount of earlee training, with just a touch of force as required, can turn any DawgMutt into a livable housemate.

Hope yer Mom unnerstans...
Happy Tails from Boots, the Kat



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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*