Kuhio here (from across the Rainbow Bridge). I found it irritating when my humans laughed at me when I scratched up photographs of Teddy. Teddy was a little boy who was a thorn in my side. So, every time I found a photo of him lying around, I scratched his face out. What's so funny about that? Just because I don't recognize myself in the mirror, doesn't mean I don't recognize Teddy in a photo.

Since I've crossed the Rainbow Bridge, Teddy has grown up to be a fine young man. But there were times.....