Something startled both the BoyCat and the SmallFry. They went flying in opposite directions, claws out, hair up. BoyCat, flat of fur ordinarily, is a sight to behold when his hair is up. I snapped this picture, disappointed his bottlebrush tail did not show up well.When I pulled it up on the big screen, and beheld the hackles raised, the pools of blackness in his hazel eyes, the posture ready for defense and attack, I realized once again that I share my house with small fierce animals we call "cats."
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