8 pm now, home a few minutes ago. To recap: Sunday evening I got into a situation between my cat, Karma, and a wee stranger kit I was calling Bunny. Never get between two cats. Even when the wise older cat looks like he is just thinking about what he had for breakfast or when is supper, he is in attack mode. And if you attempt to touch his throat to ascertain whether that strange baritone is coming from him or the teeny kitten, he will attack. You. Me. Tuesday (today) I decided to go to ER...
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