This little guy? No, he couldn't possibly be trouble incarnate. Look at that face (yes, Shih-Tzus look awful funny shaved). How could a face like that be the reason behind Les's insomnia? How could such a tiny little boy, staying with Les for a week while her dad and his gal are in Ireland, create such horrible havoc in the lives of the Ocats?
How? He's a cat chaser, that's how. And fast. Verdel, under that shaved mane, is nothing but fast-twitch muscle with a taste for cat meat. Or cat fur, anyway. So far that's all he's managed to get. Not for lack of trying, though.
Keep Les in your thoughts that she doesn't completely lose he mind before Saturday when Verdel gets to go home and herd cattle again (yes, he chases cows, too).
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Bring Hobbes over and have him sit on the little shi... uh ... Shih-Tzu.
Sounds like Killer II. One eats flank steak and the other feline flanks. With just a little snarl, I could see a twin to Fruitbat there.
Cathy, Al never did learn to spell.
A.wwww that's hard to believe.
Hopefully the cats can hold their own!
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