I was feisty the other day. I chased Cheysuli all over the place first thing. Then I chased Georgia. She ran pretty fast for an old girl.
Cheysuli then chased me. I knew she was just doing it in fun and I don't mind that she pushes me around a bit. Momma worries too much about me. I know Georgia resents Chey's pushy ways 'cause Georgia is the same way (and Momma knows that) but Momma worries 'cause Georgia is older and she wants to be sure she has a happy retirement.
My almost Dad found a photo of me and put me in kitten wars. I don't think it's the best shot of me so I don't know if I'll win anything. We'll see.