Alright. The title is a little exaggerated. Alright.
But as I stated before somewhere – I can’t remember where – Milou and I have had our funny moments but I always felt like he never really accepted me.
He’s okay to take my stuff but rarely to play with me. I know he is older than I am but still sometimes it does make me sad.
And sometimes, like the other night, it even comes to the point of a fight!
Milou is not happy with me wanting to play with him.
Me not happy with him hissing at me.
So who do you think won? What’s your guess? Look at valiant me!
Texas, a cat in New York 