"First I sharpen my claws on my scratching pole...
"I practice my swatting at the feathered ball imaging the cat next door...
"I grab him around his middle bringing him down to the ground...
"Next exercise is to dive at the bag, dig my teeth in and tear...
"Drag it across the room, dive and ponce!
"Then lay on my opponent and hold him down...
"Walking away the VICTOR as usual..."
That night Henry went OUT and apparently found his prey next door. He came home with his fur fully fluffed out, hair flying everywhere around him...the fur of his opponent stuck between his digits of his paws...ears bleeding, on top and inside...but feeling full of himself. As I brushed him down with my hands and DH applied medicine to his bleeding ear, the shaft of the other cats claw came out in my hand. I'm thinking the other guy may not have fared as well.
HAW
