Little Boy LOVES his 'skinny chicken' - the feathers onna stick. He will
go out of his way to kill it and fight with it and show it who's the boss.
Tonight, skinny chicken and I were both on the bed.
Little Boy, as usual, jumped up on the bed, right on my chest and
started face rubbing me and rolling around on my chest to show how much
he loves me.
Then he saw it - the skinny chicken. Lying quietly on the other corner
of the bed. He gave me a guilty look, then leaped onto the skinny
chicken, killing it to within an inch of its life. Now that it was
mostly dead, he jumped on my chest and cuddled me again.
For half a second. The skinny chicken must have tried to escape because
he suddenly, and without warning leaped on it again. This time he killed
it even more.
He turned his back on it to look at me, then quickly turned around and
killed it some more. Then he laid down on it to make sure it didn't get
Maybe it's just as well that I'm NOT his favorite toy. :)
Hugs and Purrs,